The Tables Turned
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; . . .
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Tall Ambrosia
Among the signs of autumn I perceive
The Roman wormwood (called by learned men
Ambrosia elatior, food for gods,— . . .
There’s been a Death, in the Opposite House
There’s been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today —
I know it, by the numb look
. . .
They Flee From Me
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
. . .
Thou Art My Lute
Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,—
My being is attuned to thee.
Thou settest all my words a-wing, . . .
Thoughtless Cruelty
There, Robert, you have kill'd that fly ,
And should you thousand ages try
The life you've taken to supply,
. . .
A Thousand Martyrs
A thousand martyrs I have made,
All sacrificed to my desire;
A thousand beauties have betrayed, . . .
The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown . . .
The Time I’ve Lost in Wooing
The time I’ve lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light, that lies . . .
To -
Vainly my heart had with thy sorceries striven:
It had no refuge from thy love,—no Heaven
But in thy fatal presence;—from afar
. . .