We Are Seven
A simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
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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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Song
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
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One Day I Wrote Her Name
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
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She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
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Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
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To a Stranger
Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
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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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John Anderson, my Jo
John Anderson, my Jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
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Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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