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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Dear Chains
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don't demean.
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My River
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
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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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The Heart Asks
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
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Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
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Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
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Gone
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town,
Far off
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We Are Seven
A simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
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To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
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