Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or woman lost?

Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own …

Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada, Por virtude do muito imaginar; Nao tenho, logo, mais que desejar, Pois em mim tenho a parte desejada.

With all, the beautiful things of the earth become more dear as they elude pursuit; but with some natures utter elusion is the one special event which will mak…

Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds you lay on, but also those desires glowing openly in eyes that looked at you, trembling for …