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To have noughtIs to have all things without care or thought!
— Coventry Patmore
To have noughtIs to have all things without care or thought!
Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,—His Mother, who was patient, being dead.
Ah, wasteful woman, she who mayHad made brutes men, and men divine.
Kind souls, you wonder why, love you,Not that which unto us is done!
Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;They read with joy, then shut the book.
I drew my bride, beneath the moon,We saw the water-flags in flower!
I saw you take his kiss!" "'Tis true."He thought I thought he thought I slept.
A woman is a foreign land.
The sunshine dreaming upon Salmon’s heightStraight from the absolution of a faithful fight.
Life is not life at all without delight.
