
St. 8
Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley/17889 (1821)
Source: The Canterbury Tales
St. 8
Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley/17889 (1821)
Source: Reason and Hope: Selections from the Jewish Writings of Hermann Cohen (1971), p. 52
in [1, John, 4:12, KJV]
First Letter of John
Poems and Ballads (1866-89), The Triumph of Time
Context: In the change of years, in the coil of things,
In the clamour and rumour of life to be,
We, drinking love at the furthest springs,
Covered with love as a covering tree,
We had grown as gods, as the gods above,
Filled from the heart to the lips with love,
Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings,
O love, my love, had you loved but me!
“Love, ah Love, when your slipknot's drawn,
One can but say, "Farewell, good sense."”
"The Lion in Love"
The Poems of Marianne Moore (2003)
Of Humanity -->
A short Schem of the true Religion