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The Way of the World (excerpt) by William Congreve

Mrs Marwood from Act ii Scene i True, ’tis an unhappy circumstance of life, That love should ever die before us; And that the man so often should outlive the lover. But say what you will, ’Tis better to be … Continue reading

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Ae Fond Kiss by Robert Burns

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves … Continue reading

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After the Lunch by Wendy Cope

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes, the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes. I wipe them away with a black woolly glove And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love. On Waterloo Bridge I am trying … Continue reading

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Imitated From The Welch by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

If, while my passion I impart, You deem my words untrue, O place your hand upon my heart — Feel how it throbs for you! Ah no! reject the thoughtless claim In pity of your Lover! That thrilling touch would aid … Continue reading

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EBB by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool Drying inward from the edge. Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 – 1950

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The Look by Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night … Continue reading

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The Old Bachelor (excerpt) by William Congreve

Song from Act ii Scene ii Thus, to a ripe, consenting maid, Poor, old, repenting Delia said, Would you long preserve your lover? Would you still his goddess reign? Never let him all discover, Never let him much obtain. Men … Continue reading

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