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If you are my friend
Help leave
Or if you are my lover
Help I can be healed of you
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'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this,
In a basin of water,
I never miss The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day Fetched back from its thickening shroud of gray
Hence the only prime And real love-rhyme That I know by heart, And that ...
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Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather
Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live ...
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ER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to life and light;— Fold the white vesture, snow on snow, And lay her where the violets blow
But not beneath a graven stone, To plead for tears with alien...
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Like priestly imprisoned poets, the poplars of blood have fallen asleep
On the hills, the flocks of Bethlehem chew arias of grass at sunset
The ancient shepherd, who shivers at the last martyrdoms of light, in his Easter eyes has caught ...
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I did not know she'd take it so,    Or else I'd never dared;
Although the bliss was worth the blow,
I did not know she'd take it so
She stood beneath the
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Under the image of Buddhaall these spring flowersseem a little tiresome
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Under the blue skies of her native
She languished and began to fade
Until surely there flew without a
Above me, her young shade;
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"So he took up his bow, And he feathered his arrow, And said, 'I will shoot This little cock-sparrow
'"* * * * "'Tis good to make all duty sweet, To be alert and kind; 'Tis good, like Littie Mabel, To have a willing mind
&...
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After a man has been married awhile,
And his wife has grown used to his
And style,
When she knows form the twinkle that
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