To the Virgins, Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying,
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The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep or night,
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Why Is The Rose So Pale
Oh Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
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A Friend Like You
There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
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Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
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She Comes Not
She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day.
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It's Such a Little Thing
It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
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A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot.
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A Charm Invests a Face
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
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