Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree - The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms' But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, It's summer blossoms scent the air. Yet wait till winter comes again...
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I gave myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way
The value might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this my purchaser suspect, The daily own of Love
Depreciates the sight; But, 'til the...
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Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You'll find the love I've often spoken- The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little ones are making merry O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest, But in these words (though awkward-...
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The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
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Thou, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft, And find therein great cause of deep delight, Thy face is fair, thy skin is smooth and soft, Thy lips are sweet, thine eyes are clear and bright, And every part seems pleasant in my sight; Yet wote thou well, those...
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1 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. 2...
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When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning Sank chill on my brow It felt like the warning...
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Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lacked anything.
"A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here": Love said...
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She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me; O, then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light!
But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease...
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That so much change should come when thou dost go, Is mystery that I cannot ravel quite. The very house seems dark as when the light Of lamps goes out. Each wonted thing doth grow So altered, that I wander to and fro Bewildered by the most familiar sight, And feel...
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