In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours

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Last night in blue my little love was dressed
Last night, my darling, as you slept
Laura, my darling, the roses have blushed
Let me not to the marriage of true minds.
Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife
Look up, and let thy nature strike on mine
"Look up," she said; and all the heavens blazed
Love me not, Love, for that I first loved thee
My child is lying on my knee

My dear and only love, I pray

My lady carries love within her eyes

My little love sits in the shade

My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes
My love for thee doth march like armèd men
My pretty budding, breathing flower.
My true love hath my heart and I have his

Not from the whole wide world I chose thee

Not in this world to see his face.

Now the rite is duly done

O for one hour of youthful joy!

Oh, did you see him riding down

Oh, Love is not a summer mood

O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating
O kisse, which doest those ruddie gemmes impart
One kiss from all others prevents me

One word is too often profaned

Only a shelter for my head I sought
Opening one day a book of mine.
Others may need new life in Heaven
O true and tried, so well and long

Play it slowly, sing it lowly

Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin

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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls

Room after room.

She flushed and paled, and, bridling, raised her head

She hung the cage at the window.

She passed up the aisle on the arm of her sire

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Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part!
So I shall see her in three days

Some day, some day of days, threading the street
Somewhere in the world there hide
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest
Still on the tower stood the vane
Summer is coming, summer is coming

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The conference meeting through at last

The daisy follows soft the sun

The fountains smoke, and yet no flames they show
The glow and the glory are plighted

The holiest of all holidays are those

The letter which you wrote me

The love wherewith my heart is big for thee

The moth's kiss first!

There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the

The winds are whispering over the sea

The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink

They gave the whole long day to idle laughter

They walked together, in the dusk

This is the house she was born in, full four-score years ago

Thou art so very sweet and fair

'Tis sweeter than all else below

To heroism and holiness

Toys and treats and pleasures pass

'T was April; 't was Sunday; the day was fair
Twice had the changing seasons run their round
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring

Two roses growing on a single tree

Under the coverlet's snowy fold

Upon her snowy couch she drooping lies

Us two wuz boys when we fell out

Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

We chose our blossoms, sitting on the
Were I as base as is the lowly plain

grass

What were the whole void world, if thou wert dead

Whenas in silk my Julia goes
When daffodils began to blow
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
When she comes home again! a thousand ways
When the end comes, and we must say good-by
When you are old, and I am passed away
Which shall it be? Which shall it be
Why ask of others what they cannot say
With strawberries we filled a tray
Wondrous interlacement!

Would ye be taught, ye feathered throng
Would you know the baby's skies? .
Yea, let me praise my lady whom I love
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass
Your house is built on holy ground.
Your picture smiles as first it smiled

You sleep upon your mother's breast