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Love Poems: First lines | Authors | Quotes | Categories Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? | Come live with me and be my Love | O my Luve's like a red, red rose She walks in beauty, like the night | Gather ye rosebuds while ye may | How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways
So sang a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet; But a Pebble of the brook, Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight: Joys in anothers loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.
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