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Love Is A Sickness

© Samuel Daniel

Love is a sickness full of woes,
All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using.
Why so?

Love Guerdons

© Edith Nesbit

DEAREST, if I almost cease to weep for you,
Do not doubt I love you just the same;
'Tis because my life has grown to keep for you
All the hours that sorrow does not claim.

And now the bell, - the bell
She had so often heard by night and day
And listened to with solemn pleasure,
E'en as a living voice, -
Rung its remorseless toll for her,
So young, so beautiful, so good.

Love Sonnet XLIX

© Zora Bernice May Cross

And when from there I come to you, love-swift,
My mouth hot-edged with kisses fresh as wine,
Often I find your longings all asleep
And unresponsive from my grasp you drift.
Ah, Love, you, too, seek solitude like mine,
And soul from soul the secret seems to keep.

Love Not

© Caroline Norton

LOVE not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay!

Hopes gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers

Lovely And Lifelike

© Paul Eluard

A face at the end of the day
A cradle in days dead leaves
A bouquet of naked rain
Every ray of sun hidden

Limerick: There was an Old Person in Black

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person in Black,
A Grasshopper jumped on his back;
When it chirped in his ear,
He was smitten with fear,
That helpless Old Person in Black.

Literary Mother

© Edgar Albert Guest

HUSH, little ones don't make a noise

Pick up your dolls and pick up your toys,

Lord, Let Me Not Thy Courts Depart

Lord, let me not thy courts depart,
Nor quit thy mercy-seat,
Before I feel thee in my heart,
And there the Saviour meet.

La Chevelure (Her Hair)

Ô toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
Ô boucles! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir!
Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!