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I Loved a Lass I Loved a lass, a fair one, As fair as e'er was seen; She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba Queen: But, fool as then I was, I thought she loved me too: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo! Her hair like gold did glister, Each... Poet: George Wither	Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight? It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should love, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man... Poet: Christopher Marlowe	I loved her for that she was beautiful I loved her for that she was beautiful; And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature, And all varieties of things in one: Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise All light and laughter in the morning; fear No petty customs nor appearances; But think what... Poet: Philip James Bailey	I Have Loved Flowers That Fade I have loved flowers that fade, Within whose magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents: A honeymoon delight— A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour— My song be like a flower! I have loved airs that die Before... Poet: Robert Bridges
Late Loved--Well Loved He stood beside her in the dawn-- And she his Dawn and she his Spring. From her bright palm she fed her fawn, Her swift eyes chased the swallow's wing; Her restless lips, smile-haunted, cast Shrill silver calls to hound and dove; Her young locks... Poet: Isabella Valancy Crawford	When Nature Hath Betrayed the Heart That Loved Her The gray waves rock against the gray skyline, And break complaining on the long gray sand, Here where I sit, who cannot understand Their voice of pain, nor this dumb pain of mine; For I, who thought to fare till my days end, Armed sorrow-proof in... Poet: Sophie Jewett	He Who Hath Loved He who hath loved hath borne a vassal’s chain, And worn the royal purple of a king; Hath shrunk beneath the icy Winter’s sting, Then revelled in the golden Summer’s reign; He hath within the dust and ashes lain, Then soared o’er mountains on an eagle’s... Poet: Walter Malone	I Loved You Once I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs... Poet:
If those I loved were lost If those I loved were lost The Crier's voice would tell me — If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring — Did those I loved repose The Daisy would impel me. Philip — when bewildered... Poet:	P—— loved me, not as he lovd his Friends *** * *** P——^[4] loved me, not as he lovd his Friends For he lovd them for gain to serve his Ends He loved me and for no Gain at all... Poet: