I Love All Beauteous Things

I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.

I too will something make
And joy in the making;
Although tomorrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.

Two Lips

I kissed them in fancy as I came
Away in the morning glow:
I kissed them through the glass of her picture-frame:
She did not know.

I kissed them in love, in troth, in laughter,
When she knew all; long so!
That I should kiss them in a shroud thereafter
She did not know.

I Know My Love

I KNOW my Love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?
And still she cried, " I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest, "
And still she cried, " Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do? "

There is a dance house in Mar'dyke,
And there my true love goes every night;
He takes a strange one upon his knee,
And don't you think, now, that vexes me?

I Know a Flower So Fair and Fine

1. I know a flower so fair and fine, So fragrant
2. This flower so fair and fine is love; God's hand with
and so cheering; With lifeblood clear as purest wine,
art it molded. Unseen on earth, but not above,
And leaflet fine, Like rose-leaves all appearing.
Is growth of love, Till fair it is unfolded.

3. Upon this earth but wild it grows;
Not so in new earth's Eden,
Where stream of life serenely flows;
It buds and blows,
Delightful fragrance breathing.

I Heard a Linnet Courting

I heard a linnet courting
His lady in the spring:
His mates were idly sporting,
Nor stayed to hear him sing
His song of love.--
I fear my speech distorting
His tender love.

The phrases of his pleading
Were full of young delight;

And she that gave him heeding
Interpreted aright
His gay, sweet notes,--
So sadly marred in the reading,--
His tender notes.

And when he ceased, the hearer
Awaited the refrain,
Till swiftly perching nearer
He sang his song again,

I Have Loved Flowers

I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight, —
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour: —
My song be like a flower!

I have loved airs, that die
Before their charm is writ
Along a liquid sky
Trembling to welcome it.
Notes, that with pulse of fire
Proclaim the spirit's desire,
Then die, and are nowhere: —
My song be like an air!

Die, song, die like a breath,
And wither as a bloom:

The Love of God

I have a love is Heven-King;
 I love His love for evermore.

For love is love and ever shall be,
 And love has been or we were bore;
For love He askes non other fee
 But love again; He kepes no more.
  I say herefore: I have, etc.

Trew love is tresoure, trust is store
 To a love to Godes plesing;
But lewde love makes men y-lore,
 To love here lust and here liking.
  I say herefore: I have, etc.

In good love there is no sin;
 Without love is heviness:
Herfore to love I n'il not blin,

The Jolly Shilling

I have a jolly shilling, a lovely jolly shilling,
I love my jolly shilling as I do love my life;
I've a penny for to spend, another for to lend,
And a jolly, jolly tenpence to carry home to my wife.

There's neither pints nor quarts shall grieve me,
Nor this wide world shall deceive me,
But bring me to the girl that will keep me
While I go rambling about.

I have a jolly tenpence, a lovely jolly tenpence,
I love my jolly tenpence as I do love my life;
I've a penny for to spend, another for to lend,

I Do Not Look for Love That Is a Dream

I do not look for love that is a dream:
I only seek for courage to be still;
To bear my grief with an unbending will,
And when I am a-weary not to seem.
Let the round world roll on; let the sun beam;
Let the wind blow, and let the rivers fill
The everlasting sea; and on the hill
The palms almost touch heaven, as children deem.
And though young Spring and Summer pass away,
And Autumn and cold Winter come again;
And though my soul, being tired of its pain,
Pass from the ancient earth; and though my clay

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