Tag: english poetry

  • To His Coy Mistress

    Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain, I would Love you ten years before the flood. […]

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