Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
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Rose Aylmer
Ah, what avails the sceptred race;
Ah, what the form divine.
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I Lost A World
I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
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I Taste a Liquor
I taste a liquor never brewed
From Tankards scooped in Pearl.
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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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She Comes Not
She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day.
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Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
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Why Is The Rose So Pale
Oh Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
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John Anderson, my Jo
John Anderson, my Jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
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