She Is Not Fair To Outward View
She is not fair to outward view
as many maidens be;
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Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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I Have No Life But This
I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
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When We Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
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Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
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I Never Lost As Much
I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
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Hyacinth
I am in love with him
To whom a hyacinth is dearer
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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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How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
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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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