Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
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Proud of my Broken Heart
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ‘till thee.
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To Mary
I sleep with thee and wake with thee
And yet thou art not there;
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Untitled
There are little traits that keep me bound...
I think of nothing else save the bright face of my lady-
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Sweet Disorder
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
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To One in Paradise
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
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A Song Of Love
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
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When the Lamp Is Shattered
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead
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A wounded deer leaps highest
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
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