Sonnet CXVI
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love,
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Never Blows So Red
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.
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We Are Seven
A simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
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The Spring and the Fall
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
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My Love in Her Attire
My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
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The Grave
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
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Ah, My Beloved
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
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Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
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Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
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The Ragged Wood
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
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