| 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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| Love And A Question |
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New Love |
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| By: Robert Frost
(1874 - 1963) |
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"A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
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| A Friend Like You |
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Love Between Friends |
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| By: Author Unknown
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"There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
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| O Mistress Mine |
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Future Love |
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| By: William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616) |
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"O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
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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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| John Anderson, my Jo |
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Love and Death |
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| By: Robert Burns
(1759 - 1796) |
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"John Anderson, my Jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
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| The Passionate Shepherd to His Love |
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Love Declared |
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| By: Christopher Marlowe
(1564 - 1593) |
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"Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
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| Love Not Me |
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Abiding Love |
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| By: John Wilbye
(1574 - 1638) |
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"Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
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| Bereft |
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Love and Death |
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| By: Robert Frost
(1874 - 1963) |
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"Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
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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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| I Taste a Liquor |
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Love Described |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"I taste a liquor never brewed
From Tankards scooped in Pearl.
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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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| The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd |
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Love and Doubt |
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| By: Sir Walter Raleigh
((1552 - 1618)) |
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"If all the world and love were young
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
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| Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening |
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Suicide |
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| By: Robert Frost
((1874 - 1963)) |
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"Whose woods these are I think I know;
His house is in the village, though.
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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 the Virgins, Make Much of Time |
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The Need to be Loved |
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| By: Robert Herrick
(1591 - 1674) |
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"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying,
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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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| Come Slowly |
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The Power of Love |
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| By: Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886) |
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"Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
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| Mild Is The Parting Year |
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Love and Death |
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| By: Walter Savage Landor
(1775 - 1864) |
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"Mild is the parting year and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
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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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| The Ragged Wood |
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Love Described |
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| By: William Butler Yeats
(1865 - 1939) |
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"O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
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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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