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True love’s own talisman, which here / Shakespeare and Sidney failed to teach, …
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I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while. / Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile; …
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Such natural debts of love our Oxford knows, / So many ancient dues undesecrate, …
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There in his room, whene’er the moon looks in, / And silvers now a shell, and now a fin, …
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I would unto my fair restore / A simple thing: …
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Holy of England! since my light is short / And faint, O rather by the sun anew …
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Good oars, for Arnold’s sake, / By Laleham lightly bound, …
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High above hate I dwell: / O storms! farewell. …
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I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, / All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses; …
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The Gusty morns are here, / When all the reeds ride low with level spear; …
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The Ox he openeth wide the Doore / And from the Snowe he calls her inne, …
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Are favoring ladies above thee? / Are there dowries and lands? Do they say …