May 2012
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MONOSYLLABLE
A woman’s commodity.
March 2012
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Corinnae Concubitus
In summers heate and mid-time of the day To rest my limbes upon a bed I lay, One window shut, the other open stood, Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood, Like twilight glimpse at setting of the Sunne, Or night being past, and yet not day begunne. Such light to shamefast maidens must be showne, Where they may sport, and seeme to be unknowne. Then came Corinna in a long loose gowne, Her white...
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Sharing Eve's Apple
I. O BLUSH not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. II. There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t, And a blush for having done it: There’s a blush for thought and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it. III. O sigh not so! O sigh not so! For it sounds of Eve’s...
February 2012
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TO HIS VALENTINE, ON S. VALENTINE'S DAY
Oft have I heard both Youths and Virgins say, Birds chuse their Mates, and couple too, this day: But by their flight I never can divine, When shall I couple with my Valentine.
January 2012
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The Web of Eros
Within your magic web of hair, lies furled The fire and splendour of the ancient world; The dire gold of the comet’s wind-blown hair; The songs that turned to gold the evening air When all the stars of heaven sang for joy. The flames that burnt the cloud-high city Troy. The mænad fire of spring on the cold earth; The myrrh-lit flame that gave both death and birth To...
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XVIII
Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.
November 2011
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“The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.”
– Philip James Bailey
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Song
Love laid his sleepless head
On a thorny rosy bed;
And his eyes with tears were red,
And pale his lips as the dead.
And fear and sorrow and scorn
Kept watch by his head forlorn,
Till the night was overworn
And the world was merry with morn.
And Joy came up with the day
And kissed Love’s lips as he lay,
And the watchers ghostly and grey
Sped from his pillow away.
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“With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt...”
– A. E. Housman
October 2011
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“Dear love of mine, my heart is thine.”
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September 2011
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“God knows I never sought anything in you except yourself; I wanted simply you,...”
– Héloïse to Abelard
August 2011
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“I will enjoy thee now, my Celia, come,
And fly with me to Love’s Elysium.”
– A Rapture by Thomas Carew
“Fairest, By the Law of Love and Arms, I may demand a kiss.”
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“That there should exist one other person in the world towards whom all openness...”
– Love’s Coming of Age (1896)
by Edward Carpenter
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“O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,...”
– Romeo and Juliet
2.2.139-41
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“It is because we enter into the meditations, designs, and destinies of something...”
– from “The Colosseum” (1818)
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“Can time, can distance, can absence allay, or extinguish the sentiments of...”
– The Coquette; or, The History of Eliza Wharton
by Hannah Webster Foster
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“Lux tua vita mihi”
– Thy light is life to me
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“Vivamus mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum severiorum
omnes unius...”
– Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and let us judge all the rumors of the old men to be worth just one penny! The suns are able to fall and rise: When that brief light has fallen for us, we must sleep a never ending night. Give me a thousand kisses, then another hundred, then another...
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July 2011
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“Something old, something new,
Something borrowed, something blue,
And a silver...”
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“He shifted his hand till he came to her knees…
He tickled her, and she...”
– ooer
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“From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with...”
– A.C. Swinburne (via theweariestriver)
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Maids they are grown so coy
Maids they are grown so coy of late,
Forsooth, they will not marry!
Though they be in their teens and past
They say they yet can tarry.
But if they knew how sweet a thing
It were in youth to marry,
They’d sell their petticoats, smocks and all
Ere they so long would tarry.
The lass that is most coy of all,
If she had time and leisure
Would lay by all her several thoughts
And turn...
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“Ah, love, this is thy wondrous art,
To freeze the tongue and fire the heart.”
– Francis Davison
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O smother me
O smother me to death
With thy sweet balmy breath,
While thy dear mouth affords
Whole kisses, and half words.
And, cruel, long be trying
The pleasure thus in dying,
That I so slain may pardon thee
And all the world may envy me.