Author: Coventry Patmore

It was not like your great and gracious ways! Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my Love, […]

Here, in this little Bay, Full of tumultuous life and great repose, Where, twice a day, The purposeless, gay ocean […]

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 […]