Morality

Give me the lifted skirt,
    And the brave ways of wrong,
The fist, the dagger and the sword,
    And the out-spoken song.

Ah! bring me not the love
    That bargains, bids and buys:
For so much loving I will give
    So much in lips and eyes;

But love with bosom bared,
    Sweet as a bird and wild,
That in her savage maidenhood
    Cries for a little child.

Richard Le Gallienne

Richard Le Gallienne was an English author and poet born on January 20, 1866. Known for his lyrical poetry, he was a key figure in the literary circles of the fin de siècle. He contributed to the literary magazine 'The Yellow Book' and was involved with the Rhymers' Club, an influential group of London-based poets. His works often explored themes of beauty, love, and nature. His influence extended to both sides of the Atlantic, and he spent the latter part of his life in the United States, where he continued to write until his death on September 15, 1947.

Richard Le Gallienne

To A Mountain Spring

Richard Le Gallienne, Simple Poetry

Nature The Healer

Richard Le Gallienne, Simple Poetry

The Friend

Richard Le Gallienne, Simple Poetry

As In The Woodland I Walk

Richard Le Gallienne, Simple Poetry

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Come, my Celia, let us prove,
While we may, how wise is love -
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Face with the forest eyes,
And the wayward wild-wood hair,
How shall a man be wise,
When a girl's so fair;
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From tavern to tavern
    Youth passes along,
With an armful of girl
    And a heart full of song.

From flower to flower
    The butterfly sips,
O passionate limbs
    And importunate lips!

From candle to candle
    The moth loves to fly,
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I

1
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