Sonnet XXIX: When In Disgrace With Fortune |
Samuel West
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Great Love Poems |
Go, Lovely Rose! |
Samuel West
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Great Love Poems |
To Celia |
Samuel West
Oliver Wakeman
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Great Love Poems |
Sonnet 136: If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
Sonnet 150: O, from what power hast thou this powerful might |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth the impression fill |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
The Quiet Life |
Samuel West
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Poems Of Natural Beauty |
To His Coy Mistress |
Samuel West
Oliver Wakeman
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Great Love Poems |
Sonnet 67: Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
Sonnet 144: Two loves I have of comfort and despair |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
Music Interlude ~ Mist On The Moor |
Oliver Wakeman
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Heroic Poems |
Sonnet 142: Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
Sonnet 129: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
Sonnet 102: My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
The Lesser Celandine |
Samuel West
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Poems Of Natural Beauty |
Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
Worn Out |
Oliver Wakeman
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Best Loved Romantic Poems |
The Good-Morrow |
Samuel West
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Great Love Poems |
She Walks In Beauty Like The Night |
Samuel West
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Great Love Poems |
Song |
Oliver Wakeman
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Best Loved Romantic Poems |
Sonnet 69:Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
From: Upon Appleton House ~ The Mowers |
Samuel West
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Poems Of Natural Beauty |
Sonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of state, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
Sonnet 99: The forward violet thus did I chide |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |