Kiss XIX, by Johannes Secundus
Why wing your flight, ye bees! From flow'r to ...
Why wing your flight, ye bees! From flow'r to ...
Not on the word alone
Let love depend;
Neith...
For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love,...
All in the Downs the fleet was moored,
The st...
AN ARABIAN TALE I In Cairo once there dwelt a...
It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar...
Absent from thee, I languish still;
Then ask...
1. Paperback Byron Walking on beauty
There yo...
No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love...
Oh! City of world, most chastely fair;
In th...
Wading through the misty lamp-lit streets
I st...
The sting in a limbering spring day
foreshadow...
My wild blood leaped as I watched the falling s...
An Indian War-medicine Dance I. THE DRUMMERS S...
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor gre...
Now come: I will untangle for thy steps
Now by...
And on such grounds it is that those who held
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Once more, we all from seed celestial spring, ...
Now learn of what remains! More keenly hear!
A...
I No single thing abides; but all things flow....
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That...
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blocked
...
From The Zig Zag Woman (Two Ravens Press) I ha...
Of Mrs. X You--
Too well fed for rebellion,
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Do you think, oh shrewd deceiver,
Because yo...