I Many Times Thought
I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
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Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
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My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
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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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Wild Nights
Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
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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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Eulalie
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan
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Mild Is The Parting Year
Mild is the parting year and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
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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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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
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