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Now no-one will be listening to songs
The days long prophesied have come to pass
The world has no more miracles
Don't
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Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter
In the past There has been too much moonlight and self-pity:
Let us have done with it: for now at last Never has sun more boldly paced the sky,
Never were hearts more e...
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Gooses, geesesI want my geese to lay gold eggs for
At least a hundred a
And by the wayI want a feastI want a bean
Cream buns and
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Now,
O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay Which now is ended in this way
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Now spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showers:
While ilka thing in nature join Their sorrows to forego,
O why thus all alone are mine The wear...
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Gazing upon him now, severe and dead, It seemed a curious thing that she had lain Beside him many a night in that cold bed, And that had been which would not be again
From his desirous body the great heat Was gone at last, it seemed, and the ...
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And you have me and I have you,
When there are roses all the way,
And April days and nights of May,
And life is joy the whole day long-- Not now can passion flower in song
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Say nay,
Man dry man,
Dry lover
The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor,
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Sleep now,
O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart
A voice crying "Sleep now" Is heard in my heart
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Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have
Since I looked up to see her chamber-light,
Or catch, perchance, her slender shadow
Upon the casement; but the nodding leaves Sweep lazily across the unlit...
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Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom
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Soul's joy, now I am gone, And you alone, — Which cannot be,
Since I must leave myself with thee, And carry thee with me — Yet when unto our eyes Absence denies Each other's sight,
And makes to us a constant night, When others change to ...
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Now what is Love,
I pray thee, tell
It is that fountain and that
Where pleasure and repentance dwell;
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This we have nowis not imagination
This is not grief or joy
Not a judging state,or an elation,or sadness
Those come and go
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Now I am a plant, a weed,
Bending and
On a rocky ledge;
And now I am a long brown
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Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise,
To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest;
O
happy buds
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