...that his own hand spread, As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead. A MATCH. IF love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf,...together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or nowerful closes, Green pleasure or gray grief: If love were what the rose is, And 1 were like the leaf....

...together In sad or Ringing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Oreen pleasures or grey grief ; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. (3 verses.) 4. Were I a rose, with sweet caress My iietala to thy face I 'd press, And all my heart...

...together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or grey grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were- like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our...

...together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or gray grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our...

...Through sad or singing weather. Blown fields or fiowerful closes, Green pleasure or grey grief— If lovo were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If love were what the words are And I were like the tune, With double sound, and single Delight, our lips...

...together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or gray grief ; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our...

...to deny. Whether his poetry is likely to do harm is another question. The ballad commencing— ' If Love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf,' which has lately gone the rounds of the papers, is in this volume, and many others of extraordinary...

...Hold my hair fast, and kiss me through it so. Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon. V A MATCH. IF love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure...

...ought to deny. Whether his poetry is likely to do harm is another question. The ballad commencing " If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf," which has lately gone the rounds of the papers, is in this volume, and many others of extraordinary...

...together In sad or singing weather, Blown field orflowerful closes, Green pleasures or grey grief ; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our...