You've got to sing like you don't need the money

You've got to sing like you don't need the money,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Dance like there's nobody watching,
It's got to come from the heart if you want it to work.
-- Kathy Mattea's - 'Come From the Heart'

We may live without poetry, music and art

We may live without poetry, music and art; We may love without conscience and live without heart; We may live without friends, we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. -- Owen Meredith, Lucile

I traveled among unknown men

I traveled among unknown men
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore for thee.
-- William Wordsworth,_I Traveled Among Unknown Men_

When I too long have looked upon your face

When I too long have looked upon your face Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible Beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, helpless thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my life for me a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me, Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark.

That Love at length should find me

That Love at length should find me out bring
This fierce and trivial brow into the dust
Is, after all, I must confess, but just;
There is a subtle beauty in the thing,
A wry perfection; wherefore now let sing
All voices how into my heart was thrust,
Unwelcome as Death's own, Love's bitter crust;
All criers proclaim it, and all steeples ring.
This being done, there let the matter rest:
What more remains is neither here nor there.
That you requite me not is plain to see;
Myself your slave herein have I confessed.
Thus far, indeed, the world may mock at me,

The sun's gone dim

TWO-VOLUME NOVEL The sun's gone dim, and The moon's turned black; For I loved him, and He didn't love back. -- Dorothy Parker

Once more into my arid days like dew

Once more into my arid days like dew,
Like wind from an oasis, or the sound
Of cold sweet water bubbling underground,
A treacherous messenger--the thought of you
Comes to destroy me; once more I renew
Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found
Long since to be but just one other mound
Of sand, whereon no green thing ever grew.
And once again, and wiser is no wise,
I chase your colored phantom on the air
And sob and curse and fall and weep and rise
And stumble pitifully on to where,
Miserable and lost, with stinging eyes,
Once more I clasp--and there is nothing there.

It was many and many a year ago

I loved a lass, a fair one, As fair as e'er was seen; She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba queen; But, fool as then I was, I thought she loved me too; But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo! -- George Wither The Lover's Resolution

It was many and many a year ago

It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
That to love and be loved by me.
-- Edgar Allan Poe

He drew a circle that shut me out

He drew a circle that shut me out-- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in! -- 'Outwitted' in _Shoes of Happiness_ (1915)
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