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She beat the happy pavèment— / By such a star made firmament, …
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Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind / For, from the nunnery …
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O THOU that swing'st upon the waving hair / Of some well-fillèd oaten beard, …
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When love with unconfined wings / . . . Hovers within my gates, …
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Amarantha sweet and fair / Ah braid no more that shining hair! …
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IF to be absent were to be / Away from thee; …
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if to be absent were to be / Away from thee; …
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Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, / That from the nunnery …
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Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde, / That from the nunnerie …