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Soft is the music that would charm for ever;

The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.

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THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET

The poetry of earth is never dead:

When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,

And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run

From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;

That is the Grasshopper's – he takes the lead

In summer luxury,– he has never done

With his delights, for when tired out with fun,

He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

The poetry of earth is ceasing never:

On a lone winter evening, when the frost

Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills

The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,

And seems to one, in drowsiness half lost,

The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.

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, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.

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: the eye of heaven – : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines. (W. Shakespeare. Sonnet XVIII.)

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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,

To thee I send this written embassage,

To witness duty, not to show my wit.

(W. Shakespeare. Sonnet XXVI)

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I love not less, though less the show appear:

That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming

The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.

(W. Shakespeare. Sonnet CII)

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And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

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(we inched our way along the road)

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,

Coral is far more red than her lips' red,

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks...

(W. Shakespeare. Sonnet CXXX)

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. Eye, ear, heart, brain :

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 of view is pleased to dote;

Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,

Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,

Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited

To any sensual feast with thee alone...

(W. Shakespeare. Sonnet CXLI)

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. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind (W. Shakespeare. Sonnet CXIII). For there can live no hatred in thine eye (W. Shakespeare. Sonnet XCIII).

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Time, : this bloody tyrant Time (XVI); devouring Time do thy worst, old Time (XIX).

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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,

So do our minutes hasten to their end;

Each changing place with that which goes before,

In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,

Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,

Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,

And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth

And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,

Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:

And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,

Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

(W. Shakespeare. Sonnet LX)

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No longer morn for me when I am dead

Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell

Give warning to the world that I am fled

From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:

Nay, if you read this line, remember not

The hand that writ it; for I love you so

That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot

If thinking on me then should make you woe.

O, if, I say, you look upon this verse

When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay

Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,

But let your love even with my life decay,

Lest the wise world should look into your moan

And mock you with me after I am gone.

(W. Shakespeare Sonnet LXXI)

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LXIII: my sweet love's beauty; LXXXIX: thy sweet beloved name; CVIII: sweet boy.

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standing epithet): green wood, lady gay, fair lady, fair England, salt seas, salt tears, true love.

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No body saw he there,

But Chield Morice, on a milk-white steed,

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But the gloomy clouds and sky.

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: And then in a nice, old-fashioned, lady-like, maiden-lady way, she blushed (A. Christie).

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Or in the hands, quiet over the horse's neck,

And the eyes watchful, waiting, perceiving, indifferent. (T.S. Eliot)

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I will make a palace fit for you and me

Of green days in forest and blue days at sea.

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The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?

And how can body laid in that white rush

But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

(W.B. Yeats. Leda and the Swan)

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: The widow-making, unchilding, unfathering deeps (G.M. Hopkins).

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of a good universe next door; let's go.

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