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“Oh, they were blind, too blind to see   Your faults had made me love you more.” Excerpt From: Teasdale, Sara. “Love Songs.”

“But oh, to him I loved,    Who loved me not at all,   I owe the open gate    That led through heaven's wall.” Excerpt From: Teasdale, Sara. “Love Songs.”

“Love, for the deadly sins are seven,   Only through love will you enter heaven.” Excerpt From: Teasdale, Sara. “Love Songs.”

“When beauty grows too great to bear    How shall I ease me of its ache,   For beauty more than bitterness    Makes the heart break.” Excerpt From: Teasdale, Sara. “Love Songs.”

“Oh, there are eyes that he can see,    And hands to make his hands rejoice,   But to my lover I must be    Only a voice.   Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,    And lips whereon his lips can lie,   But I must be till I am dead    Only a cry.” Excerpt From: Teasdale, Sara. “Love Songs.”

“My room is like a bit of June,    Warm and close-curtained fold on fold, But somewhere, like a homeless child,    My heart is crying in the cold.” Excerpt From: Teasdale, Sara. “Love Songs.”

“Strephon kissed me in the spring,    Robin in the fall,   But Colin only looked at me    And never kissed at all.   Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,    Robin's lost in play,   But the kiss in Colin's eyes    Haunts me night and day.” Excerpt From: Teasdale, Sara. “Love Songs"

“You are the rarest soul I ever knew,          Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;      My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,          And when I think of you, I am at rest.” Excerpt From: Teasdale, Sara. “Love Songs"

“Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.”

Excess of sorrow laughs Excess of joy weeps

“Quickly break her prison-string And such joys as these she'll bring.— Let the winged Fancy roam Pleasure never is at home.”

“And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chilly autumn breez” - John Keats

“To-morrow will I bow to my delight, To-morrow will I ask my lady's boon."—” - John Keats

“They could not, sure, beneath the same roof sleep But to each other dream, and nightly weep.”

“Was there a Poet born?—but now no more, My wand'ring spirit must no further soar.—” - John Keats

“For what has made the sage or poet write But the fair paradise of Nature's light?” -John Keats

“A sense of real things comes doubly strong, And, like a muddy stream, would bear along My soul to nothingness: but I will strive Against all doublings, and will keep alive”