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Come slowly, Eden,
Lips unused to thee.
more...
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D |
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Drink to
me, only with thine eyes
more...
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F |
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For some
we loved, the loveliest and the best
more...
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G |
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(A) flower
was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore.
more...
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Gather ye
rosebuds while ye may,
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H |
| Had I the heavens'
embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver
light,
more... |
| Had we but world enough,
and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime.
more... |
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Heart, we
will forget him, You and I, tonight!
more... |
| Helen,
thy beauty is to me, Like those Nicean barks of yore,
more... |
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Hope is a
thing with feathers, That perches in the soul
more... |
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How do I love
thee ? Let me count the ways.
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I |
| I arise
from dreams of thee
more... |
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I dwelt alone,
In a world of moan
more...
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I gave myself
to him, And took himself for pay.
more... |
|
I held a
jewel in my fingers, And went to sleep
more... |
|
I many times
thought peace had come
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| I must not think of
thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that
lurks in all delight
more... |
| I ne'er was struck
before that hour
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I never lost
as much but twice,
more... |
| I
sleep with thee and wake with thee
more...
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| I should
not dare
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I wish I could remember the first day
more... |
| If all the world and
love were young,
more... |
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If you were
coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by
more... |
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I sometimes
think that never blows so red
more...
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It lies
not in our power to love or hate
more... |
| t was in and about
the Martinmas time,
more... |
| t was many and many
a year ago,
more... |
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It was upon a Lammas night
- song
more... |
| I went
to the garden of love
more... |
| I Whispered,
"I am too young," And then, "I am old enough";
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J |
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John Anderson my Jo
more...
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| Joy to the bridegroom
and the bride
more... |
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L |
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Let me not
to the marriage of true minds, Admit impediments.
Love is not love,
more...
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Love at the
lips was touch, As sweet as I could bear;
more...
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Love seeketh not Itself to please,
more... |
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M |
| Music, When soft voices
die
more... |
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My friend
must be a bird, Because he flies.
more...
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My love is
like to ice, and I to fire
more... |
| My mistress' eyes
are nothing like the sun
more...
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| My river
runs to thee,
Blue sea, wilt
thou welcome me?
more... |
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My true-love hath my heart and I have
his,
more... |
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N |
| Naked she lay; clasped
in my longing arms,
more... |
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O |
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O, hurry,
where by water, among the trees,
more... |
|
One day
I wrote her name upon the strand,
more... |
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O mistress
mine, where are you roaming?
more...
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O
my love is like a red, red rose
more... |
|
O whistle and I'll come
to ye, my lad
more... |
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P |
|
Passing stranger!
you do not know, How longingly I look upon you,
more...
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(The) pearly
treasures of the sea,
more...
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| (A) poet of
one mood in all my lays,
Ranging all life to sing one only
love,
more...
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R |
| Remember me when I
am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land;
more...
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S |
|
Shall I compare
thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more
temperate:
more... |
|
She dwelt
among the untrodden ways
more... |
| She walks in beauty,
like the night
more... |
|
(A) simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
more... |
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So, we'll
go no more a-roving
more... |
| Stop all the
clocks, cut off the telephone,
more...
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T |
| Tell her that's young
more... |
|
That time of year thou may'st in me
behold
more... |
|
The sea is calm tonight
more... |
|
The quarrel
of the sparrow in the eaves,
more... |
|
There is a garden in her face
more... |
| To whom I owe the
leaping delight
more... |
|
W |
| Was this the face
that launch'd a thousand ships?
more... |
| When
the lamp is shattered
more... |
|
When we two
parted, in silence and tears
more... |
|
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And
nodding by the fire, take down this book,
more... |
|
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
more... |
| Whoe'er
she be, That not impossible she
more... |
|
Wild nights.
Wild nights! Were I
with thee,
more...
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Wine comes in at the mouth,
And love comes in at the eye;
more... |
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Y |
| Ye flowery banks o'
bonie Doon,
more... |
|
You left
me, sweet, two legacies
more... |
|
You know,
my friends, with what a brave carouse
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