A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
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One Day I Wrote Her Name
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
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The First Day
I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
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A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
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To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
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Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
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Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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I Never Lost As Much
I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
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The Rose of Sharon
I am the rose of Sharon,
and the lily of the valleys.
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The Bait
Come live with me and be my love
And we will some new pleasures prove
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