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Aware by D. H. Lawrence

Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze, Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know I loved, … Continue reading

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Bitch by Carolyn Kizer

Now, when he and I meet, after all these years, I say to the bitch inside me, don’t start growling. He isn’t a trespasser anymore, Just an old acquaintance tipping his hat. My voice says, “Nice to see you,” As … Continue reading

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To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can. I prize thy love more than whole … Continue reading

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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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