The Rose of Sharon
I am the rose of Sharon,
and the lily of the valleys.
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Song
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
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Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
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To One in Paradise
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
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The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep or night,
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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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Proud of my Broken Heart
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ‘till thee.
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YOU SMILED
You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.
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Untitled
There are little traits that keep me bound...
I think of nothing else save the bright face of my lady-
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