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Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me!
She is mine own;
Shakespeare (Two Gentlemen of Verona).
Nor can I live if thou appear
Away from me, or stoop to wear
Shakespeare (Winter's Tale).
February 3. How rich were those locks, so abundant and full,
With their ringlets of auburn so deep!
(Taming of the Shrero).
There is no one beside thee and no one above thee,
things ; For none can express thee, though all should
approve thee; I love thee so, dear, that I only can love thee !
E. B. Browning 0! they love least that let men know their love.
(Two Gentlemen of Verona).
(Lamia). True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away.
The cowslip loves the lea,
7. Bayard Taylor.