Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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Still to be Neat
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
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A Charm Invests a Face
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
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YOU SMILED
You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.
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She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
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My Love Is Like to Ice
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
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She Comes Not
She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day.
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It's Such a Little Thing
It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
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No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade. . .
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A Friend Like You
There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
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