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Coventry Patmore Poems

  • The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto V.
    Preludes.

    I The Comparison
    Where she succeeds with cloudless brow, ...
  • Olympus
    Through female subtlety intense,
    Or the good luck of innocence,
    Or both, my Wife, with whom I plan
    To pass calm evenings when I can, ...
  • The Foreign Land
    A woman is a foreign land,
    Of which, though there he settle young,
    A man will ne'er quite understand
    The customs, politics, and tongue. ...
  • The Angel In The House. Book Ii. Canto I.
    Preludes.

    I The Song of Songs
    The pulse of War, whose bloody heats ...
  • Semele
    No praise to me!
    My joy 'twas to be nothing but the glass
    Thro' which the general boon of Heaven should pass,
    To focus upon thee. ...
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Love 54 I Love You 54 Sweet 47 Heart 45 Life 44 Thought 33 Heaven 32 Time 31 Good 31 Light 30


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Hourlymartha: house angel: you'll be a perfect wife, just like in that poem of coventry patmore. diary 1: mother told me, martha you should be complaisant, compassionate and utterly selfless, a house angel. but i don't want that.
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Quotes2remindu: to him that waits all things reveal themselves provided that he has the courage not to deny in the darkness what he has seen in the light. -coventry patmore
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