No pain felt she; / I am quite sure she felt no pain. |
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers / The heroes of old, / Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears / Of pain, darkness and cold. |
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; / Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz bay. |
Now, who shall arbitrate? / Ten men love what I hate, / Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; / Ten who in ears and eyes / Match me: we all surmise, / They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? |
O lover of my life, O soldier-saint. |
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire. |
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, / And with God be the rest! |
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature. |
Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters. |
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! |
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth. |
Oh, never star / Was lost here, but it rose afar! / Look East, where whole new thousands are! / In Vishnu-land what Avatar? |
Oh, their Rafael of the dead Madonnas, / Oh, their Dante of the dread Inferno, / Wrote one song - and in my brain I sing it, / Drew one angel - borne, see, on my bosom! |
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there |
One may do whatever one likes in art: the only thing is to make sure that one does not like it |