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| My love is like a red red rose - Robert Burns |
Sonnets from the Portuguese, How do I love thee? - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun - William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summers day? - William Shakespeare
Celebrations
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The Milkmaid's Epithalamium -
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Separations
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| Remember - Christina Rossetti |
Renouncement - Alice Meynell
Persuasions
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| To his coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell |
To the Virgins, Make Much of Time - Robert Herrick
The passionate shepherd - Christopher Marlowe
Anti - Love
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I went to the garden of love -
William Blake
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Unsorted (As yet)
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Elizabeth
Barrett Browning
Robert Herrick
Alice Meynell
William Shakespeare
John Wilnot, Earl
of Rochester
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am sad and
weary. When I think all hope has gone. Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont,
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Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am sad and
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