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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My Love Is Like to Ice
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
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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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Sonnet CXVI
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love,
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Rose Aylmer
Ah, what avails the sceptred race;
Ah, what the form divine.
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To a Stranger
Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
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My River
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
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A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot.
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She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
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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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