A Little Treasury of Love Poems, from Chaucer to Dylan Thomas |
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... or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers , you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens ( touching skilfully , mysteriously ) her ...
... or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers , you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens ( touching skilfully , mysteriously ) her ...
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Along my sleepless thigh her touch is gentle As the tender underfoot of a small wave . Wrestling in the arms of currents a headland bell Is counting the sea today all day , all day . Her hair is soft before the softer touch That folds ...
Along my sleepless thigh her touch is gentle As the tender underfoot of a small wave . Wrestling in the arms of currents a headland bell Is counting the sea today all day , all day . Her hair is soft before the softer touch That folds ...
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I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow ; It seemed to mean so little , meant so much ; If only now I could recall that touch , First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know ! CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CHILD AND ...
I let it come and go As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow ; It seemed to mean so little , meant so much ; If only now I could recall that touch , First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know ! CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CHILD AND ...
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Contents
SONG | 7 |
GO LOVELY ROSE Edmund Waller | 8 |
THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES F W Bourdillon | 14 |
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