The Heart Asks
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
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Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
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My River
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
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The Ragged Wood
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
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A Charm Invests a Face
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
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Hyacinth
I am in love with him
To whom a hyacinth is dearer
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Young and Old
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green
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Ah, My Beloved
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
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She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
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