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Good as beautiful is she, With gifts that match her goodness, no faint flaw I' the white;--she were the pearl you think you saw.
_Daniel Bartoli._
Since beneath my roof Housed she who made home heaven, in heaven's behoof I went forth every day, and all day long Worked for the world. Look, how the laborer's song Cheers him! Thus sang my soul, at each sharp throe Of laboring flesh and blood--"She loves me so!"
_A Forgiveness._
It is conspicuous in a woman's nature Before its view to take a grace for granted: Too trustful,--on her boundary, usurpature Is swftly made; But swftly, too, decayed, The glory perishes by woman vaunted.
_Agamemnon._
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers; And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers!
Eyes and mouth too, All the face composed of flowers....
... The sweet face ...
Be its beauty Its sole duty!
_A Pretty Woman._
Women hate a debt as Men a gift.
_In a Balcony._
A pretty woman's worth some pains to see, Nor is she spoiled, I take it, if a crown Complete the forehead pale and tresses pure.
_Colombe's Birthday._
Sure, 'tis no woman's part to long for battle; * * * * *
Who conquers mildly G.o.d from afar benignantly regardeth.
_Agamemnon._
Man's best and woman's worse Amount so nearly to the same thing.
_Daniel Bartoli._
Nature's law ...
Given the peerless woman, certainly Somewhere shall be the peerless man to match.
_The Inn Alb.u.m._
Show me where's the woman won without The help of one lie which she believes-- That--never mind how things have come to pa.s.s, And let who loves have loved a thousand times-- All the same he now loves her only, loves Her ever....
_The Inn Alb.u.m._
Girl with sparkling eyes....
What an angelic mystery you are-- * * * * *
You have a full fresh joyous sense of life That finds you out life's fit food everywhere; * * * * *
By joyance you inspire joy.
_The Inn Alb.u.m._
Now makes twice That I have seen her, walked and talked With the poor pretty thoughtful thing, Whose worth I weigh; she tries to sing: Draws, hopes in time the eye grows nice; Reads verse and thinks she understands; Loves all, at any rate, that's great, Good, beautiful....
_Dis Aliter Visum._
Wave my lady dear a last farewell, Lamenting who to one and all of us Domestics was a mother, myriad harms She used to ward away from every one, And mollify her husband's ireful mood.
_Balaustion's Adventure._
Men? say you have the power To make them yours, rule men, throughout life's little hour, According to the phrase: what follows?
Men, you make, By ruling them, your own; each man for his own sake Accepts you as his guide, avails him of what worth He apprehends in you to sublimate his earth With fire; content, if so you convey him through night, That you shall play the sun, and he, the satellite, Pilfer your light and heat and virtue, starry pelf, While, caught up by your course, he turns upon himself.
_Fifine at the Fair._
Any sort of woman may bestow Her atom on the star, or clod she counts for such,-- Each little making less bigger by just that much.
Women grow you, while men depend on you at best.
_Fifine at the Fair._
Woman, and will you cast For a word, quite off at last Me your own, your You,-- Love, if you knew the light That your soul casts in my sight, How I look to you For the pure and true, And the beauteous and the right,-- Bear with a moment's spite When a mere mote threats the white!
_A Lover's Quarrel._
Love, you did give all I asked, I think-- More than I merit, yes, by many times.
And perfect eyes, and more than perfect mouth, But had you--oh, with the same perfect brow, And the low voice my soul hears, as a bird The fowler's pipe, and follows to the snare-- Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind!
Some women do so. Had the mouth there urged, "G.o.d and the glory! never care for gain; The present by the future, what is that?
Live for fame, side by side with Agnolo!
Rafael is waiting: up to G.o.d, all three!"
I might have done it for you. So it seems; Perhaps not. All is as G.o.d overrules.
