| The Hour Glass |
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Love and Death |
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| By: Ben Jonson
(1572 - 1637) |
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"Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved:
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| Still to be Neat |
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Love Described |
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| By: Ben Jonson
(1572 - 1637) |
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"Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
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| It's Such a Little Thing |
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The Need to be Loved |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
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| We Are Seven |
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Love and Family |
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| By: William Wordsworth
(1770 - 1850) |
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"A simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
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| So We'll Go No More A-roving |
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The Philosophy of Love |
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| By: George Gordon, Lord Byron
(1788 - 1824) |
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" So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
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| Never Blows So Red |
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Misc. |
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| By: Omar Khayyam
(1048 - 1131) |
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"I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.
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| Music, When Soft Voices Die |
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Love and Death |
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| By: Percy Bysshe Shelley
((1792 - 1822)) |
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"Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
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| I Lost A World |
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The Power of Love |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
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| She Tells Her Love |
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About a Loved One |
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| By: Robert Ranke Graves
(1895 - 1985) |
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"She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
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| She Comes Not |
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Love Fantasy |
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| By: Herbert Trench
(1865-1923) |
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"She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day.
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| For Each Ecstatic Instant |
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The Pains of Love |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay.
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| Tell me not, Sweet, |
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Love Described |
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| By: Richard Lovelace
(1618 - 1657) |
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"Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
For, from the nunnery
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| The Heart Asks |
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The Pains of Love |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
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| If You Were Coming In The Fall |
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Love Apart |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"If you were coming in the fall
I'd brush the summer by
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| Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII |
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The Pains of Love |
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| By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
((1806 - 1861)) |
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"And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
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| I Loved You |
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Love Remembered |
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| By: Alexander Pushkin
(1799 - 1837) |
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"I loved you-
even now I may confess
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| The Lake |
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Suicide |
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| By: Edgar Allen Poe
(1809 - 1849) |
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" In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
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| Sweet Disorder |
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Love Described |
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| By: Robert Herrick
(1591 - 1674) |
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"A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
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| Dear Chains |
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Entangled in Love |
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| By: Alexander Pushkin
(1799 - 1837) |
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"Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don't demean.
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| The Indian Serenade |
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The Need to be Loved |
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| By: Percy Bysshe Shelley
((1792 - 1822)) |
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"I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep or night,
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| Happiness |
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Love and Family |
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| By: Carl Sandburg
(1878 - 1967) |
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"I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me,
what is happiness.
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| The First Day |
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New Love |
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| By: Christina Rossetti
(1830 - 1894) |
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"I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
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| A Song Of Love |
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The Pains of Love |
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| By: Sidney Lanier
(1842 - 1881) |
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" Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
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| She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways |
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Love and Death |
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| By: William Wordsworth
(1770 - 1850) |
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"She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
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| Annabel Lee |
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Love and Death |
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| By: Edgar Allen Poe
(1809 - 1849) |
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"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
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