The Bait
Come live with me and be my love
And we will some new pleasures prove
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The Grave
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
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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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Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
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She Is Not Fair To Outward View
She is not fair to outward view
as many maidens be;
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I Many Times Thought
I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
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Never Blows So Red
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.
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There is a Lady Sweet and Kind
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
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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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I Loved You
I loved you-
even now I may confess
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