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Here a little child I stand / Heaving up my either hand; …
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You are a tulip seen to-day, / But, dearest, of so short a stay …
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Is this a fast,—to keep / The larder lean, …
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Azt álmodtam éjjel, hogy testem / átváltozott: szőlőtő lettem, …
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Here a pretty baby lies / Sung asleep with lullabies: …
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What needs complaints, / When she a place …
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Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn / Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. …
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A SWEET disorder in the dress / Kindles in clothes a wantonness: …
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Here she lies, a pretty bud, / Lately made of flesh and blood: …
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Come thou, who are the wine and wit / Of all I've writ: …
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In the hour of my distress, / When temptations me oppress, …
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A Thanksgiving to God for a House in the Green Parish of Devonshire / LORD, thou hast given me a cell …
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Shapcot! to thee the Fairy State / I with discretion dedicate: …
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AH Ben! / Say how or when …
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Why I tie about thy wrist, / Julia, this silken twist; …
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The Rose was sick and smiling died; / And, being to be sanctified, …
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In the hour of my distress, / When temptations me oppress, …
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Good-morrow to the day so fair, / Good-morning, sir, to you; …
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To Julia / HER eyes the glow-worme lend thee, …
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Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, / The shooting stars attend thee; …
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Ask me why I send you here / This sweet Infanta of the year? …
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Bid me to live, and I will live / Thy Protestant to be; …
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Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, / Why do ye fall so fast? …
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Fair daffodils, we weep to see / You haste away so soon; …
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Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night / Has not as yet begun …
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Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes / Which starlike sparkle in their skies; …
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I DARE not ask a kiss, / I dare not beg a smile, …
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Ye have been fresh and green, / Ye have been fill'd with flowers, …
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Charm me asleep, and melt me so / With thy delicious numbers, …
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What conscience, say, is it in thee, / When I a heart had one, …
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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, / Old Time is still a flying; …
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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, / Old Time is still a-flying: …
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Sweet western wind, whose luck it is, / Made rival with the air, …
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Thou art to all lost love the best, / The only true plant found, …
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Welcome, maids of honour! / You do bring …
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Whenas in silks my Julia goes, / Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows …
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Whenas in silks my Julia goes, / Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flowes …