Author: Coventry Patmore

A woman is a foreign land, Of which, though there he settle young, A man will ne’er quite understand The […]

Ah, wasteful woman, she who may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing men cannot choose but pay, […]

Why, having won her, do I woo? Because her spirit’s vestal grace Provokes me always to pursue, But, spirit-like, eludes […]

I walk, I trust, with open eyes; I’ve travelled half my worldly course; And in the way behind me lies […]

Heroic Good, target for which the young Dream in their dreams that every bow is strung, And, missing, sigh Unfruitful, […]

With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. My Very Dear, Our solace is, the […]

Not in the crisis of events Of compass’d hopes, or fears fulfill’d, Or acts of gravest consequence, Are life’s delight […]

An idle poet, here and there, Looks around him; but, for all the rest, The world, unfathomably fair, Is duller […]

My little Son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the […]

Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace […]

‘IF I were dead, you’d sometimes say, Poor Child!’ The dear lips quiver’d as they spake, And the tears brake […]