My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
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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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Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
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YOU SMILED
You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.
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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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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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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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The Bait
Come live with me and be my love
And we will some new pleasures prove
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I Many Times Thought
I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
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