Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
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Love And A Question
A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
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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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She Is Not Fair To Outward View
She is not fair to outward view
as many maidens be;
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Song
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
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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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To lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
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For some we loved
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed,
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The Hour Glass
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved:
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