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A
B
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever - song Lord Byron C
D
William Blake
The Clod and the Pebble
I went to the garden of love
My pretty rose tree
Sonnets from the Portuguese, How do I love thee?
Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII
Robert Burns
It was upon a Lammas night - song
My love is like a red red rose
John Anderson my Jo
O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad
The Banks o' Doon
So, we'll go no more a-roving
When we two parted
Thomas
Campion
I held a jewel in my fingers
John Clare
First
love
To Mary
Charles Cotton
Two Rural Sisters
Richard Crashaw
Wishes to his (supposed) mistress
Emily Dickinson
A charm invests a face
Come slowly, Eden
Heart, we will forget him,
Hope is a thing with feathers
I gave myself to him
I
many times thought peace had come
E
T.S.Eliot
A Dedication to my wife
F
Robert Frost
To Earthward
H
Heinrich Heine
Of Pearls and Stars
Robert Herrick
J
K
L
M
Andrew Marvell
Alice Meynell
P
R
S
William Shakespeare
O mistress mine, Feste's song from Twelfth Night
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Sonnet CXVI
That time of year
U
W
Y
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh,
When I am sad and
weary. When I think all hope has gone.
When I walk along High Holborn,
I think of you with nothing on .
Adrian Mitchell
Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont
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