Talk:Sonnets and poems
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- I Long, long ago, when all the glittering earth
- II Night came again, but now I could not sleep
- III Even after all these years there comes the dream
- IV If I could come again to that dear place
- V Here in the self is all that man can know
- VI Flesh, I have knocked at many a dusty door
- VII But all has passed, the tune has died away
- VIII These myriad days, these many thousand hours
- IX There, on the darkened deathbed, dies the brain
- X So in the empty sky the stars appear
- XI It may be so with us, that in the dark
- XII What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt
- XIII If I could get within this changing I
- XIV What is this atom which contains the whole
- XV Ah, we are neither heaven nor earth, but men
- XVI Roses are beauty, but I never see
- XVII Over the church's door they moved a stone
- XVIII Out of the clouds come torrents, from the earth
- XIX O little self, within whose smallness lies
- XX I went into the fields, but you were there
- XXI This is the living thing that cannot stir
- XXII Here, where we stood together, we three men
- XXIII I saw her like a shadow on the sky
- XXIV Look at the grass, sucked by the seed from dust
- XXV There is no God, as I was taught in youth
- XXVI Wherever beauty has been quick in clay
- XXVII Beauty, let be; I cannot see your face
- XXVIII You are more beautiful than women are
- XXIX Beauty retires; the blood out of the earth
- XXX Not for the anguish suffered is the slur
- XXXI Beauty was with me once, but now, grown old
- XXXII So beauty comes, so with a failing hand
- XXXIII You will remember me in days to come
- XXXIV If Beauty be at all, if, beyond sense
- XXXV O wretched man, that, for a little mile
- XXXVI Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland
- XXXVII If all be governed by the moving stars
- XXXVIII In emptiest furthest heaven where no stars are
- XXXIX Perhaps in chasms of the wasted past
- XL For, like an outcast from the city, I
- XLI Death lies in wait for you, you wild thing in the wood
- XLII They called that broken hedge The Haunted Gate
- XLIII There was an evil in the nodding wood
- XLIV Go, spend your penny, Beauty, when you will
- XLV Though in life's streets the tempting shops have lured
- XLVI When all these million cells that are my slaves
- XLVII Let that which is to come be as it may