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Love in a Life

by Robert Browning

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Drawing the boundary…

Love and Satyr

by Thomas d'Urfey

−0.0376 + 0.3345i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Love in a Life

by Robert Browning

Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her—
Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune—
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

Love and Satyr

by Thomas d'Urfey

When Phæbus does rise, the Flow'rs raise their Heads,
And charm'd by his Influence, smile o'er the Meads,
When Cælia's bright Eyes with kindness meet mine,
New Hopes and new Raptures, my Joys make divine.
We laugh and we sing, the Hours fly with Pleasure,
Affairs abroad we care not to know,
In Youth at our Leisure,
Loves happy Treasure,
Makes Blessings flow,
Mortally averse to Brawlings of High-Church and Low.

Ye Wits of the Town,
Ye Chiefs of the Gown,
Ye Law-making Sages that flatter the Crown,
How dare you address?
How can you profess?
To honour your Soveraign, yet still make her less,
Whilst Factions reign of Whigg and of Tory,
Your Zeal's a Banter to all Men of Sence;
'Tis Gain moves your Fury,
And not her Glory,
Nor our Defence,
And the solemn Word, Religion, is meerly Pretence.

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