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Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies. ---Alfred Tennyson
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. ---William Shakespeare
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Mehhh
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In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
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And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be! Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever. Alfred Lord Tennyson
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O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone. Alfred Tennyson
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