Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know;
His house is in the village, though.
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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 Grave
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
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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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A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
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Young and Old
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green
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Lodged
The rain to the wind said,
"You push and I'll pelt."
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To Mary
I sleep with thee and wake with thee
And yet thou art not there;
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Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
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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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