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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The Hour Glass
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved:
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Hope is a Thing With Feathers
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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Rose Aylmer
Ah, what avails the sceptred race;
Ah, what the form divine.
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Farewell to Love
Since there's not help, come let us kiss and part;
Nay, I am done, you get no more of me;
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Song
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
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John Anderson, my Jo
John Anderson, my Jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
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I Lost A World
I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
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Love
So, the year's done with
( Love me forever! )
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The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
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