Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IX. Tragedy: Humor. 1904. | | | | Humorous Poems: IV. Ingenuities: Oddities | | My Love | | Anonymous |
| | | I ONLY knew she came and went | Lowell. | |
| Like troutlets in a pool; | Hood. | |
| She was a phantom of delight, | Wordsworth. | |
| And I was like a fool. | Eastman. | |
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| One kiss, dear maid, I said, and sighed, | Coleridge. | 5 |
| Out of those lips unshorn: | Longfellow. | |
| She shook her ringlets round her head, | Stoddard. | |
| And laughed in merry scorn. | Tennyson. | |
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| Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, | Tennyson. | |
| You heard them, O my heart; | Alice Cary. | 10 |
| ’T is twelve at night by the castle clock, | Coleridge. | |
| Belovèd, we must part. | Alice Cary. | |
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| “Come back, come back!” she cried in grief, | Campbell. | |
| “My eyes are dim with tears, | Bayard Taylor. | |
| How shall I live through all the days? | Osgood. | 15 |
| All through a hundred years?” | T. S. Perry. | |
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| ’T was in the prime of summer time | Hood. | |
| She blessed me with her hand; | Hoyt. | |
| We strayed together, deeply blest, | Edwards. | |
| Into the dreaming land. | Cornwall. | 20 |
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| The laughing bridal roses blow, | Patmore. | |
| To dress her dark-brown hair; | Bayard Taylor. | |
| My heart is breaking with my woe, | Tennyson. | |
| Most beautiful! most rare! | Read. | |
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| I clasped it on her sweet, cold hand, | Browning. | 25 |
| The precious golden link! | Smith. | |
| I calmed her fears, and she was calm, | Coleridge. | |
| “Drink, pretty creature, drink.” | Wordsworth. | |
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| And so I won my Genevieve, | Coleridge. | |
| And walked in Paradise; | Hervey. | 30 |
| The fairest thing that ever grew | Wordsworth. | |
| Atween me and the skies. | Osgood. | | | | |
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