Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,[ ] these rebel powers that thee array;Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,Painting thy outward walls...
Those lips that Love's own hand did makeBreathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'To me that languish'd for her sake;But when she saw...
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still:The better angel is a man right fair,The worser spirit a woman colo...
Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catchOne of her feather'd creatures broke away,Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatchIn pursuit of the ...
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,And thou shalt find it...
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note;But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite ...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;Lest sorrow lend me words and words expressThe manner of my pity-...
O, call not me to justify the wrongThat thy unkindness lays upon my heart;Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;Use power with power and sla...
When my love swears that she is made of truthI do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutor'd youth,Unlearned in th...
A throe upon the features -A hurry in the breath -An ecstasy of partingDenominated Death” -An anguish at the mentionWhich when to patience grown...