5 quotes
A face at the window,
A tap on the pane:
Who is it that wants me
To-night in the rain?
The Book of the East and Other Poems (1871)
Joy may be a miser,
But Sorrow’s purse is free.
The Book of the East and Other Poems (1871)
Not what we would, but what we must,
Makes up the sum of living;
Heaven is both more and less than just
In taking and in giving.
The Book of the East and Other Poems (1871)
Day and night my thoughts incline
To the blandishments of wine:
Jars were made to drain, I think,
Wine, I know, was made to drink!
The Book of the East and Other Poems (1871)
It beckons, I follow.
Good by to the light!
I am going, oh! whither?
Out into the night!
The Book of the East and Other Poems (1871)