My Friend
My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
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We Are Seven
A simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
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I Have No Life But This
I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
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Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
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Who Ever Felt as I
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry.
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No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade. . .
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Soon, O Ianthe!
Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er,
And sooner beauty's heavenly smile:
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Song: To Celia
Drink to me, only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine;
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To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
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