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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Beauty and Love
Beauty and love are all my dream;
They change not with the changing day;
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She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
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So We'll Go No More A-roving
So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
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My River
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
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I Should Not Dare
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because if he should die
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The Sorrow of Love
The quarrel of the sparrow in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
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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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My Love Is Like to Ice
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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