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The Fortune-Favored by Friedrich von Schiller

Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose young ...

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There is a Gentle Thought by Dante Alighieri

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about love’s so swee...

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I Never Loved You More by Bertolt Brecht

I never loved you more, ma soeur Than as I walked away from you that evening. The forest swallowed me, the blue forest, ...

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YOU by Barry Tebb

“Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day” The words of the song in Tauber’s mellifluous tenor Haunt my night...

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Where Lies The Land To Which The Ship Would Go by Arthur Hugh Clough

Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where the land she travels f...

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Never To Dream Of Spiders by Audre Lorde

Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tube soon implodes against now like an iron ...