To Eva This morn I climbed the misty hill, And roamed the pastures through; How danced thy form before my path, Amidst the deep-eyed dew! |
Eros The sense of the world is short, Long and various the report,— To love and be beloved; Men and gods have not outlearned it, And how oft soe'er they've turned it, 'Tis not to be improved. |
Give All To Love Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse. |
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