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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Eulalie
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan
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Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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Tell me not, Sweet,
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
For, from the nunnery
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Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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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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Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
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I Held a Jewel
I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
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Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
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The Lake
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
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