I Am Not Yours I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light
I shall not care When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted. I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful. When rain bends down the bough; And I shall
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven sh
To Eva O fair and stately maid, whose eyes Were kindled in the upper skies At the same torch that lighted mine; For so I must interpret still Thy sweet dominion oer my will, A sympathy divine. Ah! Let me blameless gaze upon Features that seem at
Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd Out of the rolling ocean the crowd a drop gently to me, Whispering I love you, before long I die, I have traveld a long way merely to look on you to touch you, For I could not die till I once lookd on you, For I fea
To Helen Helen thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently o'er a perfumed sea, The weary wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have
On Wings of Song On wings of song,my darling, ill carry you off,and well go Where the plains of the Ganges are calling, To the sweetest place i know. Red flowers are twining and plaiting, There in the still moonlight, The lotus flowers are awaiting T
You Are like a Flower Oh, you are like a flower, So fair and pure and blest; I gaze at you, and sadness Steals softly into my breast. I feel I must lay my hands on Your forehead with a prayer That God in Heaven should keep you So blest and pure and
I Saw Thee Weep I saw thee weep---the big bright tear Came o'er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew: I saw thee smile---the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceased to shine; It could not match the living rays That fil
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
To Sleep A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by, One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie Sleepless!
I Throw the Apple I throw the apple; if thou love me true Take it and give what willing maidens do; But if thy thoughts be other than I pray, Take't all the same and think how things decay. 我把苹果抛给你; 假如你是真的爱我,就收下它
Written In March The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising;
Lines written in early spring I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts, Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran; And muc
A Lecture upon the Shadow Stand still, and I will read to thee A lecture, love, in love's philosophy. These three hours that we have spent, Walking here, two shadows went Along with us, which we ourselves produc'd. But, now the sun is just above our
Nobody knows this little Rose - It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee. Only a Bee will miss it - Only a Butterfly, Hastening from far journey - On its breast to lie - Only a Bird will wonder - Only a Breeze will
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away - Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy - A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon - The Dusk drew earlier in - The Morning foreign s