Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
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Love Not Me
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
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The Heart Asks
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
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The Hour Glass
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved:
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A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot.
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Why Is The Rose So Pale
Oh Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
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A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
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I Held a Jewel
I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
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Hope is a Thing With Feathers
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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