Love Poems – Page 3545

• We wear our sober Dresses when we die,

  We wear our sober Dresses when we die, / But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday / Adjourns her sigh —

• We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing —

  We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing — / 'Tisn't all Hock — with us — / Life has its Ale — …

• We'll pass without the parting

  We'll pass without the parting / So to spare / Certificate of Absence — …

• Webster (Botta)

  "When I and all those that hear me shall have gone to our last home, and / when the mould may have gathered on our memories, as it will on our / tombs:" -- Webster's Speech in the Senate, July, 1850. …

• Went up a year this evening!

  Went up a year this evening! / I recollect it well! / Amid no bells nor bravoes …

• Were it but Me that gained the Height —

  Were it but Me that gained the Height — / Were it but They, that failed! / How many things the Dying play …

• Were it to be the last

  Were it to be the last / How infinite would be / What we did not suspect was marked — …

• Were natural mortal lady

  Were natural mortal lady / Who had so little time / To pack her trunk and order …

• Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee

  Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee / How long a Day I could endure / Though thine attention stop not on me …

• What care the Dead, for Chanticleer —

  What care the Dead, for Chanticleer — / What care the Dead for Day? / 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face — …

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