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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)

Someday someday this crazy world will have to end

Someday someday this crazy world will have to end, and our God will take things back that to us he did lend, And if on that sad day you wish to scold our God, Then go ahead and scold him, He'll simply smile and nod. -- Kurt Vonnegut jr. Cat's cradle

Its a ling road to happiness

Its a ling road to happiness,
a winding far and high,
But when you walk in love
with the wind in your wings,
and cover the earth with the songs you sing,
the miles fly by.

One perfect rose

Why is it that no one ever sent me yet One perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get One perfect rose. -- Dorothy Parker, One Perfect Rose
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