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And, as he asks what there the stranger seeks,
FT have I seen at some cathedral door
A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,
burden at this minster gate,
OW strange the sculptures that adorn these towers!
This crowd of statues, in whose folded sleeves
Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves, 4. And, underneath, the traitor Judas lowers!
Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain,
1 Longfellow translated the Divine Comedy into English verse.
ENTER, and I see thee in the gloom
Of the long aisles, O poet saturnine!
And strive to make my steps keep pace with thine.
And lamentations from the crypts below;
STAR of morning and of liberty!
O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines
Are footpaths for the thought of Italy!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
THERS abide our question. Thou art free.
To the foiled searching of mortality;
And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know,
ILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
1 Dated London, 1802.
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea,
So didst thou travel on life's common way
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
LOVE you, sweet: how can you ever learn
How much I love you?” “You I love even so, And so I learn it.” “Sweet, you cannot know How fair you are. “If fair enough to earn Your love, so much is all my love's concern.” “My love grows hourly, sweet.” “Mine too doth grow, Yet love seemed full so many hours ago!” Thus lovers speak, till kisses claim their turn. Ah! happy they to whom such words as these In youth have served for speech the whole day long, Hour after hour, remote from the world's throng, Work, contest, fame, all life's confederate pleas,What while Love breathed in sighs and silences Through two blent souls one rapturous undersong.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
MY Luve's like a .red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
my Luve's like the melodie
Of dearly like the west
F a' the airts the wind can blaw
The lassie I lo'e best:
And mony a hill between;
Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair:
I hear her charm the air: