How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when...
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Love is like the wild rose-briar, The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, |
I gave myself to him, The value might disappoint, Depreciates the sight; |
Accept, dear girl, this little token, Our little ones are making merry |
The night has a thousand eyes, The mind has a thousand eyes, |
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. |
When we two parted The dew of the morning |
She is not fair to outward view But now her looks are coy and cold, |
That so much change should come when thou dost go, |
Jenny kissed me when we met, |