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If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love’s sake only. Do not say ‘I love her for her smile.. her look.. her way Of speaking gently,.. for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day’ - For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, - and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love’s sake, that evermore Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity




Poem by: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets from the Portuguese: 14
Victorian England

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The MIDI your hearing is...
"My Wild Irish Rose"
Music and Lyrics by: Chauncey Olcott
"A Romance of Athlone" (1899)

"She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star
And I call her my wild Irish Rose..."




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