Love Poems – Page 3305

• Dying

  The sun kept setting, setting still ; / No hue of afternoon / Upon the village I perceived, — …

• Dying at my music!

  Dying at my music! / Bubble! Bubble! / Hold me till the Octave's run! …

• The Art of Poetry

  A poem, where we all perfections find, / Is not the work of a fantastic mind; / There must be care, and time, and skill, and pains; …

• The dying sycamores

  A beauty like young womanhood's / Upon the green earth lies, / And June's sweet smile hath waked again …

• Dying! Dying in the night!

  Dying! Dying in the night! / Won't somebody bring the light / So I can see which way to go …

• Dying! To be afraid of thee

  Dying! To be afraid of thee / One must to thine Artillery / Have left exposed a Friend — …

• Each Life Converges to some Centre —

  Each Life Converges to some Centre — / Expressed — or still — / Exists in every Human Nature …

• Each Man is in his Spectre's power

  * * * / [4] [This world del.] Each Man is in [the del.] his Spectre’s power / [3] Until the arrival of that hour, …

• Each Scar I'll keep for Him

  Each Scar I'll keep for Him / Instead I'll say of Gem / In His long Absence worn …

• Each Second is the last

  Each Second is the last / Perhaps, recalls the Man / Just measuring unconsciousness …

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