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SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.

I read it in thy looks; thy languished grace,
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then, ev'n of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,
Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be lov'd, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?

Grosart's Text.

 

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

XXII.

I HAVE trod the upward and the downward slope;

I have endured and done in days before;
I have longed for all, and bid farewell to hope;
And I have lived and loved, and closed the door.

1898 Edition.

LORD TENNYSON.

I.

THERE is sweet music here that softer falls

Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls

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