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- Maid of Astolat
- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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A Hymn to the Moon Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Thou silver deity of secret night, Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade; Tho... -
I Praise The Tender Flower Robert Bridges I praise the tender flower, That on a mournful day Bloomed in my garden bower And made... -
Thee, Thee, Only Thee Thomas Moore The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking... -
On a Fine Morning Thomas Hardy Whence comes Solace?--Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life's condi... -
My Love for Him is Growing Mary, Queen of Scots (1542-1587) My love for him is growing and shall grow Throughout my life as long as ... -
Bringing this one back... Fears and Scruples (incomplete) Robert Browning Here’s my case. Of old I used to love him, This same unse... -
The Licorice Fields of Pontefract John Betjeman In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licori... -
The Cockney Amorist John Betjeman Oh when my love, my darling, You’ve left me here alone, I’ll walk the streets of London Which on... -
Tigers Felix Dennis When men apply to rise to fame And test the sun with candle flame, The spur that sets all such apart Are tigers... -
Night Wind John Clare Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods Clamours with dismal tidings of the rain Roaring as riv...