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THE LOVES OF THE POETS. 
 
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 in 2017 with funding from 
 
 University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign Alternates 
 
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THE 
 
 LOVES OF THE POETS 
 
 OR, 
 
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 IDEAL BEAUTY. 
 
 TWELVE HIGHLT-EINISHED ORIGINAL STEEL ENGRAVINGS, 
 BY THE MOST EMINENT ARTISTS. 
 
 ENGRAVED BY "W. H. MOTE. 
 
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 AND PATEENOSTER ROW. 
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 LADY FLORA 
 
 . Tennyson. 
 
 FRANCES 
 
 . Ben Jonson. 
 
 THE DUCHESS . . ... 
 
 . Robert Browning. 
 
 MARY 
 
 . Moore. 
 
 ADELINE 
 
 . Tennyson. 
 
 MARGARET 
 
 . Tennyson. 
 
 MYRA 
 
 . Thomson. 
 
 CELIA 
 
 . Ben Jonson. 
 
 ISABEL 
 
 . Tennyson. 
 
 LUCY 
 
 . Wordsworth. 
 
 ELEANORE 
 
 . Tennyson. 
 
 THE LADY CONSTANCE .... 
 
 . Alexander Smith. 
 
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LADY FLORA. 
 
 “ For since the time when Adam first 
 Embraced his Eve in happy hour, 
 
 And every bird of Eden burst 
 In carol, every bud to flower, 
 
 What eyes, like thine, have waken’d hoj^es % 
 What lips, like thine, so sweetly join’d % 
 Where on the double rosebud droops 
 The fulness of the pensive mind ; 
 
 Wliich all too dearly self-involved. 
 
 Yet sleeps a dreamless sleep to me ; 
 
 A sleep by kisses undissolved. 
 
 That lets thee neither hear nor see : 
 
 But break it. In the name of Wife, 
 
 And in the rights that name may give, 
 Are clasp’d the moral of thy life. 
 
 And that for which I care to live.” 
 
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FRANCES. 
 
 “ Do ljut look on her eyes, they do light 
 All that love’s world compriseth ! 
 
 Do but look on her hair, it is bright 
 As love’s star when it riseth ! 
 
 Do but mark her forehead, smoother 
 Than words that soothe her ! 
 
 And from her arched brows, such a grace 
 Sheds itself through the face, 
 
 As alone, there triumphs to the life. 
 
 All the gain, all the good, of the elements’ strife. 
 
 “ Have you seen but a bright lily grow, 
 
 Before rude hands have touch’d it 
 Have you mark’d but the fall of the snow, 
 
 Before the soil hath smutch’d it 1 
 Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? 
 
 Or swan’s down ever 1 
 Or have smelt o’ the bud of the briar ? 
 
 Or the nard in the fire 1 
 Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? 
 
 0, so white ! 0, so soft ! 0, so sweet is she ! ” 
 
 Ben Jonson. 
 
THE DUCHESS. 
 
 “ Another minute, and I liad entered, 
 
 When the door opened, and more than mortal 
 Stood, with a face where to my mind centered 
 All beauties I ever saw or shall see. 
 
 The Duchess — I stopped, as if struck by palsy. 
 
 She was so different, happy and beautiful, 
 
 I felt at once that all was best 
 
 And that I had notliing to do for the rest. 
 
 But wait her commands, obey, and be dutifid. 
 
 Not that, in fact, there was any commanding. 
 
 I saw the glory of her eye. 
 
 And the brow’s height and the breast’s expanding. 
 And I was hers to live or die. 
 
 As for finding what she wanted. 
 
 You know God Almighty granted 
 
 Such little signs should serve his wild creatures 
 
 To tell one another all their desires. 
 
 So that each knows what its friend requires. 
 
 And does its bidding without teachers.” 
 
 Egbert Browning, 
 
MAKY. 
 
 “As streams that run o’er golden mines, 
 
 Yet humbly, calmly glide. 
 
 Nor seem to know the wealth that shines 
 Within their gentle tide, Mary! 
 
 So, veil'd beneath the simplest guise. 
 
 Thy radiant genius shone. 
 
 And that which charm’d all other eyes. 
 Seem’d worthless in thy own, Mary!” 
 
 Mooee. 
 

ADELINE. 
 
 “ What liope or fear or joy is thine 
 Who talketh with thee, Adeline % 
 
 For sure thou art not all alone ; 
 
 Do beating hearts of salient springs 
 Keep measure with thine own ? 
 
 Hast thou heard the butterflies 
 What they say betwixt their wings % 
 Or in stillest evenings 
 With what voice the violet woos 
 To his heart the silver dews % 
 
 Or when little airs arise, 
 
 How the meny bluebell rings 
 To the mosses underneath \ 
 
 Hast thou look’d upon the breath 
 Of the lihes at sunrise % 
 
 Wherefore that faint smile of thine. 
 Shadowy, dreaming Adeline % ” 
 
 Tenxyson. 
 
MARGAllET. 
 
 “ 0 SWEET, pale Margaret, 
 
 O rare, pale Margaret, 
 
 What lit your eyes with teai’ful power. 
 Like moonlight on a falling shower 1 
 Wlio lent you, love, your mortal dower 
 Of pensive thought and aspect pale, 
 Yoim melancholy, sweet and frail 
 As perfume of the cuckoo-flower 1 
 From the westward winding flood, 
 
 From the evening-lighted wood. 
 
 From all things outward you have won 
 A tearful grace, as tho’ you stood 
 Between the rainbow and the sun. 
 
 The very smile before you speak, 
 
 That dimples your transparent cheek, 
 Fncircles all the heart, and feedeth 
 The senses with a still delight 
 Of dainty sorrow without sound. 
 
 Like the tender amber round. 
 
 Which the moon about her spreadeth, 
 Moving thro’ a fleecy night.'’ 
 
 Tennyson. 
 
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MYEA. 
 
 “ 0 THOU, whose tender serious eyes 
 Expressive speak the mind I love ; 
 
 The gentle azure of the skies, 
 
 The pensive shadows of the grove ; 
 
 “ 0 mix their beauteous beams with mine. 
 
 And let us interchange our hearts ; 
 
 Let all their sweetness on me shine ; 
 
 Pour’d through my soul be all their darts. 
 
 “ All ! ’tis too much ! I cannot bear 
 At once so soft so keen a ray : 
 
 In pity then, my lovely fair, 
 
 0 turn those kilhng eyes away ! 
 
 “ But what avails it to conceal 
 
 One charm, where nought but charms I see ? 
 
 Their lustre then again reveal. 
 
 And let me, Myra, die of thee ! ” 
 
 Thomson. 
 
CELIA. 
 
 “Deink to me only with thine eyes, 
 
 And I will pledge with mme ; 
 
 Or leave a kiss but in the cup, 
 
 And I’ll not look for wine. 
 
 “ The thirst that from my soul doth rise 
 Doth ask a drink divine. 
 
 But might I of Jove’s nectar sup, 
 
 I would not change for thine. 
 
 “ I sent thee late a rosy wreath. 
 
 Not so much honouring thee. 
 
 As giving it a hope, that there 
 It could not withered be ; 
 
 “But thou thereon didst only breathe. 
 
 And sent’st it back to me. 
 
 Since when, it grows and smells, I swear. 
 Not of itself, but thee.” 
 
 Ben Jonson. 
 
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ISABEL. 
 
 “ Eyes not down dropt nor over briglit, bnt fed 
 With the clear-pointed flame of chastity, 
 Clear, without heat, undying, tended by 
 Pure vestal thoughts in the translucent fane 
 Of her still spirit ; locks not wide dispread, 
 Madonna- wise on either side her head ; 
 
 Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign 
 The summer calm of golden charity, 
 
 Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood, 
 Levered Isabel, the crown and head. 
 
 The stately flower of female fortitude. 
 
 Of perfect wifehood, and pure lowlihead.” 
 
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LUCY. 
 
 “She shal]* be sportive as the fawn. 
 
 That wild with glee across the lawn. 
 
 Or up the mountain springs ; 
 
 And hers shall be the wreathing balm. 
 And hers the silence and the calm 
 Of mute, insensate things. 
 
 “The floating clouds their state shall lend 
 To her, — for her the willow bend, 
 
 Nor shall she fail to see 
 Even in the motions of the storm, 
 
 Grace that shall mould the maiden s form 
 By silent sympathy.” 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
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ELEANOKE. 
 
 “Sometimes, with most intensity 
 Gazing, I seem to see 
 
 Thought folded over thought, smiling asleep. 
 Slowly awaken’d, grow so full and deep 
 In thy large eyes, that, overpower’d quite, 
 
 I cannot veil, or droop my sight. 
 
 But am as nothhig in its hght : 
 
 As tho’ a star, in inmost heaven set, 
 
 Ev’n while we gaze on it. 
 
 Should slowly round his orb, and slowly grow 
 To a full face, there hke a sun remain 
 Fix’d — then as slowly fade again. 
 
 And draw itself to what it was before ; 
 
 So full, so deep, so slow. 
 
 Thought seems to come and go 
 In thy large eyes, imperial Eleanore.” 
 
 Tennyson. 
 

THE LADY CONSTANCE. 
 
 “ Oh, thou art fairer than an Indian morn, 
 
 Seated in her sheen palace of the East. 
 
 Thy faintest smile out-prices the swelled wombs 
 Of fleets, rich glutted, toiling wearily 
 To vomit aU their wealth on English strands. 
 The whiteness of this hand should ne'er receive 
 A poorer greeting than the kiss of kings ; 
 
 And on thy happy lips doth sit a joy. 
 
 Fuller than any gathered by the gods 
 
 In aU the rich range of their golden heaven.” 
 
 Alexander Smith. 
 

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