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Woman In Love

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That is my window. Just now I have so softly wakened. I thought that I would float. How far does my life reach, and where does the night begin I could think that everything was still me all around; transparent like a crystal’s depths, darkened, mute. I could keep even the stars within me; so immense my heart seems to …

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Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

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Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call— All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; But yet be blamed …

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How Do I Love Thee

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for …

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A Red, Red Rose

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O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June: O my Luve’s like the melodie, That’s sweetly play’d in tune.1 As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And …

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Valentine

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The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate: I’d like to find you in the shower And chase the soap for half an hour. I’d like to have you in my power and see your eyes dilate. I’d like to have your back to scour And other parts to lubricate. Sometimes I feel it is my fate To chase …

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Love Sonnet 130

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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there …

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