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To
an Isle in the Water
(William Butler Yeats)
Shy one,
shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
She carries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;
As shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.
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The
Enchantment
(Thomas Otway)
I did but look and love awhile,
...'Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
...And now I have no power.
To sigh and wish is all my ease;
...Sighs which do heat impart
Enought to melt the coldest ice,
...Yet cannot warm your heart.
O would your pity give my heart
...One corner of your breast,
'Twould learn of yours the winning art,
...And quickly steal the rest.
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Song
(Christina Rossetti)
When I am dead, my dearest,
...Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
...Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
...With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if tho wilt, remember,
...And tho wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
...I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
...Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
...That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
...And haply may forget.
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