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The Way of the World (excerpt) by William Congreve

Mrs Marwood from Act ii Scene i True, ’tis an unhappy circumstance of life, That love should ever die before us; And that the man so often should outlive the lover. But say what you will, ’Tis better to be … Continue reading

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Imitated From The Welch by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

If, while my passion I impart, You deem my words untrue, O place your hand upon my heart — Feel how it throbs for you! Ah no! reject the thoughtless claim In pity of your Lover! That thrilling touch would aid … Continue reading

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EBB by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool Drying inward from the edge. Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 – 1950

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Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – … Continue reading

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The Look by Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night … Continue reading

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The Good-Morrow by John Donne

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies … Continue reading

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Nationality by Mary Gilmore

I have grown past hate and bitterness, I see the world as one; But though I can no longer hate, My son is still my son. All men at God’s round table sit, and all men must be fed; But … Continue reading

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