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'''Welcome to the iskWiki Sandbox!'''
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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I love thee to the depth and breadth and height


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My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
 
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
 
    * I love thee to the level of everyday's
    * Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
    * I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
    * I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
 
  1. I love thee with the passion put to use
  2. In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
  3. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
 
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!'''<u>With my lost saints</u>'''  <s>I love thee</s> ''with the breath'',
<u>Smiles</u> '''tears''', of all my life! ''<s>and, if God choose,</s>''
'''I shall''' <u>but love thee</u> '''better after death. '''
 
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Revision as of 06:31, 26 February 2009

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

   * I love thee to the level of everyday's
   * Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
   * I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
   * I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
  1. I love thee with the passion put to use
  2. In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
  3. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints I love thee with the breath,

Smiles tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

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