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Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the Rocks, Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow Rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing Madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of Roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty Lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and Ivy buds, With Coral clasps and Amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
I will tell you why she rarely ventured from her house. It happened like this: One day she took the train to Boston, made her way to the darkened room, put her name down in cursive script and waited her turn.
When they read her name What were we trying to get rid of? We exposed the homeless character of desire to the weather.
Shall we talk about the weather worsening four times faster than expected, eight times, until the joy of pattern recognition kicks in? Until the crest So much of our lives has been serious. Like Shakespeare, a contemporary whom he influenced, Marlowe worked as an actor as well as a dramatist. He wrote beautiful love poems and heroic plays, including Dr. Faustus and The Jew of Malta. His brilliant career, though, was cut tragically short when he was killed in a tavern fight at Emily Dickinson at the Poetry Slam I will tell you why she rarely ventured from her house.
My partner wants me to write them a poem about Sheryl Crow but all I want to do is marry them on a beach that refuses to take itself too seriously.Come with me and be my love
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