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O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-04-08 |
Rating: 4.25
Votes: 12 |
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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-04-07 |
Rating: 3.79
Votes: 14 |
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Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-04-06 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-04-04 |
Rating: 4.25
Votes: 4 |
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Urns and odours bring away!
Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-04-03 |
Rating: 3.75
Votes: 4 |
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Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-04-02 |
Rating: 2.94
Votes: 16 |
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Roses, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-04-01 |
Rating: 2.00
Votes: 2 |
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From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,
My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-01-21 |
Rating: 2.50
Votes: 2 |
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Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-01-21 |
Rating: 2.33
Votes: 3 |
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