Lord of
Lord of
moon planets rate
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
life strings harps
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
life world arms
And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
life walks
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
life deep-love lips
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.
life dream thee
I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come.
life beautiful dream
Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite: and if ye love me not, I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to be loved again of you - farewell; And though ye kill my hope, not yet my love, Vex not yourself: ye will not see me more.
life sweet art
Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain: I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be: Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me. O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die. ... I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.
life dream men
Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
life littles lost
Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
time men mathematics
Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
dream time eye
Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream; For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
pace rooms three
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
soul mind may
Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.