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Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing
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Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing;
Wed or cease to woo.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
The true poem is the poet's mind.
A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.
A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.
Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing.
So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.
Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing.
So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.
Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
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Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of poesie do we become
Like God in love and power,--under-makers.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.
morning: that first sapphire dome of glow.
Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs.
Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs.
A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof.
A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof.
