Never Blows So Red
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.
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Die Lorelei
I know not its significance
Yet, sadness is in my mind ...
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Untitled
I have loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain
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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 Charm Invests a Face
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
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Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
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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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Heart, We Will Forget Him
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
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Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
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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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