• Love Asleep

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  • Love Asleep

    We reached the grove's deep shadow and there found
    Cythera's son in sleep's sweet fetters bound;
    Looking like ruddy apples on their tree;
    No quiver and no bended bow had he;... more »

  • Neath This Tall Pine

    Neath this tall pine,
    That to the zephyr sways and murmurs low,
    Mayst thou recline,
    While near thee cooling waters flow.... more »

  • To Stella

    Thou gazest on the stars, my star!
    Ah! would that I might be
    Myself those skies with myriad eyes,
    That I might gaze on thee.... more »