My Friend
My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
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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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The Lake
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
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If You Were Coming In The Fall
If you were coming in the fall
I'd brush the summer by
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Love Not Me
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
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The Hour Glass
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved:
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My Love in Her Attire
My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
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Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
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Bereft
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
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If I May Have It
If I may have it when it’s dead
I will contented be;
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