Who Ever Felt as I
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry.
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The Heart Asks
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
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My True Love Has My Heart
My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given;
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For Each Ecstatic Instant
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay.
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We Are Seven
A simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
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Young and Old
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green
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A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot.
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Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
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The Grave
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
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I Have No Life But This
I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
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