Pity Of Love, The (by: William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)) The pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love... continue reading
Portrait, A (by: Thomas Dekker (1570 - 1632)) My Infelice's face, her brow, her eye, The dimple on her cheek; and such sweet skill Hath from the cunning workman's pencil flown, These lips look fresh and lovely as her own. continue reading
Quoi Bon Dire, A (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye: And everybody thinks you are dead But I. continue reading
Restlessness (by: Collin McCarty) At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the raindrops, that slant into sight... continue reading
Song: To My Inconsistant Mistress (by: Thomas Carew (1594 - 1640)) When thou, poor excommunicate From all the joys of love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, Then curse thine own inconstancy. continue reading
Spiritual Woman, A (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; They have taught you to see Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things... continue reading
Spring Night (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me? My throat should ache with praise, and I Should kneel in joy beneath the sky. continue reading
To A Lady (by: Mary Barber (1690-1757)) Well you Sincerity display, A virtue wond'rous rare ! continue reading
To Mary (by: John Clare (1793 - 1864)) At morning, noon, and night. I think and speak of other things To keep my mind at rest, But still to thee my memory clings... continue reading
