If I May Have It
If I may have it when it’s dead
I will contented be;
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My Love Is Like to Ice
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
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Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
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Beauty and Love
Beauty and love are all my dream;
They change not with the changing day;
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The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
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Love
So, the year's done with
( Love me forever! )
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No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade. . .
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Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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Young and Old
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green
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