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A lover's diary

Cary, Alice (1820-1871)

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DEDICATION.
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PART I. DREAM-LAND.
  
MONA, SEVEN YEARS OLD.
  
MONA, EIGHT YEARS OLD.
  
MONA, AT SCHOOL.
  
MONA, TEN YEARS OLD.
  
MONA, FOURTEEN.
  
MONA, SLEEPING.
  
MONA, SPINNING.
  
MONA, KNITTING.
  
MONA, MILKING.
  
KRUMLEY.
  
MONA, FIFTEEN.
  
MONA, PERFECT.
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PART II. SERENADES.
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I. APRIL.
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II. MAY.
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III. JUNE.
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IV. JULY.
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V. JULY.
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VI. AUGUST.
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VII. AUGUST.
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VIII. SEPTEMBER.
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IX. NOVEMBER.
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X. DECEMBER.
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XI. DECEMBER.
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XII. JANUARY.
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PART III. RHAPSODIES.
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[I. My beautiful little one]
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II. SPRING.
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III. CRAZY.
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IV. IN ABSENCE.
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V. ALL IN ALL.
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VI. VAGARIES.
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VII. MONA, SAD.
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VIII. MONA, SICK.
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IX. MONA, SICK.
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X. INSPIRED.
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[XI. Who wills it so, may praise]
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XII. WEARY.
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PART IV. REJECTED.
  
[I] PROPOSAL.
  
[II] REFUSAL.
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[III. Thou, that drawest aside the curtain]
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[IV. Kiss me, though you make believe]
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PART V. IN DESPAIR.
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[I. Through her I felt the evening's hush]
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II. TO THE MARCH FLOWERS.
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[III. I wish the rose were not so red]
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[IV. The violets, O the violets]
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V. AUGUST.
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[VI. The moon that was a crescent yesterday]
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[VII. O for the summers when]
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VIII. OCTOBER.
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[IX. Some quiet beams at daylight's close]
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[X. The nights they come and the nights they go]
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[XI. Her mouth was red, and you would say]
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[XII. I know not what the world may be]
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[XIII. My heart, my heart! I'm weary of your sighing]
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[XIV. The sun comes up and the sun goes down]
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[XV. The sun has vanished out o' my sight]
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PART VI. LOVE-LETTERS.
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I. TO MONA.
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II. MONA'S ANSWER.
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III. TO MONA.
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IV. MONA'S ANSWER.
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[V. My cruel little Mona]
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[VI. Before the daybreak I arise]
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[VII. My days dawn upon me in sadness]
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VIII. ON RECEIVING SOME FADED FLOWERS.
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IX. WHEN SHE HAD PROMISED TO MEET ME.
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X. AFTER WE MET.
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[XI. Would you bide in sweet content]
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PART VII. SOLILOQUIES.
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[I. As one who from a troubled dream]
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[II. Why hast thou forgot the snow]
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[III. Mona hath a slender waist]
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[IV. Down either way, from gentle, dove-like eyes]
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[V. Love's light is strange to you? Ah me]
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[VI. Whene'er I see the evening's sober gray]
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PART VIII. LIGHT AND SHADOW.
  
LANDMARKS.
  
MONA'S MOTHER.
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PART IX. MONA'S SONGS.
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[I. All day yesterday as I spun]
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[II. Wind that criest and moanest so]
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[III. Low, sweet and low]
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[IV. Six skeins and three, six skeins and three]
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[V. Like a poet in the splendor]
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[VI. Dear heart, a love so truly true]
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[VII. Little daisy, go to bed]
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[VIII. Come from your long, long roving]
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PART X. CONVERSATIONS.
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[I. Ah, blame me gently, though I sit for hours]
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II MONA ASKS ME TO SING.
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III. I ASK MONA TO SING.
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[IV. I said, “I have a tale to tell!”]
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[V. Forgive me, but I needs must press]
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[VI.“I was blind till yesterday.—”]
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[VII. I asked my darling once if she]
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[VIII. How, my love, shall I make thy bed]
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PART XI. AFTER MARRIAGE.
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[I. Say, do you love me as in the olden]
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[II. We have been lovers now, my dear]
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III. CHARITY.
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[IV. The clouds in many a windy rack]

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[XI. Who wills it so, may praise]

Who wills it so, may praise
The warm spring days,
When all adown the good wife's garden bed,
Sweet marjoram and camomile are spread;
But as for me, my voice shall be
Only for thee,—only, my love, for thee!
Who wills it may compose
His song about the rose,
That, to her maiden blushes doth prefer
The killing flattery that gathers her;
But as for me, my eyes can see
No flower but thee,—no flower, my love, but thee!
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Who wills may celebrate
The saintly state
Of that white sovereign blossom ever seen
Dressed with the royal radiance of a queen;
But as for me, my heart can be
Enamored only, my true love, of thee!
Who wills may praise them both,
Giving each merry mouth
That smiles upon him in his idle way
The kisses of his fancy, day by day;
But as for me, this may not be,—
Eyes, heart, and soul, my love, are full of thee.
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