| Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII) |
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Love Described |
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| By: William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616) |
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"Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
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| Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIV |
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Love Described |
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| By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
((1806 - 1861)) |
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"If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
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| To lose Thee |
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Love and Doubt |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
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| My True Love Has My Heart |
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Abiding Love |
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| By: Philip Sidney
(1554 - 1586) |
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"My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given;
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| Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight? |
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Entrapped by Love |
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| By: Christopher Marlowe
(1564 - 1593) |
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"It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
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| My River |
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Love Declared |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
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| I Sing |
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Love Apart |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"I sing to use the waiting
My bonnet but to tie,
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| The Sorrow of Love |
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The Pains of Love |
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| By: William Butler Yeats
(1865 - 1939) |
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"The quarrel of the sparrow in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
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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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| My Pretty Rose Tree |
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Love Offered |
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| By: William Blake
(1757 - 1827) |
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"A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
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| Song |
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Unwelcome Love |
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| By: John Donne
(1572 - 1631) |
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"Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
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| I Many Times Thought |
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Future Love |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
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| The Bait |
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The Need to be Loved |
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| By: John Donne
((1572 - 1631)) |
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"Come live with me and be my love
And we will some new pleasures prove
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| She Walks In Beauty |
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About a Loved One |
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| By: George Gordon, Lord Byron
(1788 - 1824) |
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"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
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| Under the Harvest Moon |
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Love and Death |
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| By: Carl Sandburg
(1878 - 1967) |
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"Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
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| A Book of Verse |
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Love Described |
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| By: Omar Khayyam
(1048 - 1131) |
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"A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
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| How Do I Love Thee? |
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Abiding Love |
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| By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
((1806 - 1861)) |
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"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
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| My Love Is Like to Ice |
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Love Displayed |
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| By: Edmund Spenser
(1552 - 1599) |
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"My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
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| Jenny Kissed Me |
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Love Remembered |
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| By: Leigh Hunt
(1784 - 1859) |
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"Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
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Love Declared |
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| By: Unknown (13th Century)
(? - 13th Century) |
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"There are little traits that keep me bound...
I think of nothing else save the bright face of my lady-
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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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| Rose Aylmer |
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For That Special Someone |
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| By: Walter Savage Landor
(1775 - 1864) |
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"Ah, what avails the sceptred race;
Ah, what the form divine.
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| Come Fill The Cup |
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The Philosophy of Love |
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| By: Omar Khayyam
(1048 - 1131) |
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"Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring
Your winter garment of repentance fling.
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| 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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| Evening Song |
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Abiding Love |
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| By: Sidney Lanier
(1842 - 1881) |
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"Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea;
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