Love poems

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In The Public Library

© Lesbia Harford

Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
At gleam of dawn. Impatient with herself

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Sunset Clouds

© Madison Julius Cawein

Low clouds, the lightning veins and cleaves,
  Torn from the forest of the storm,
  Sweep westward like enormous leaves
  O'er field and farm.

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The Smiling Listener

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to say
That a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;
You could stand a faint smile, you could manage a sigh,
But you value your ribs, and you don't want to cry.

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The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress

© Robert Burns

Sleep'st thou, or wak’st thou, fairest creature?
  Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
  Waters wi’ the tears o’ joy.

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Yeh dhuwan sa (with English translation)

© Meer Taqi Meer

O! Meer, Love is a massive rock.
Can a weak man fight the load that arose?

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Joy In Martyrdom

© William Cowper

Sweet tenants of this grove!

Who sing without design,

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Love-Trilogy

© Mathilde Blind

I.
SHE stood against the Orient sun,
Her face inscrutable for light;
A myriad larks in unison
Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight.

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Song.—When others saw thee

© Louisa Stuart Costello

When others saw thee gay and vain,

  And saw my weakness too,—

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Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream

© Pablo Neruda

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.

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To James Norton Esq.

© Charles Harpur

Think you I have not skill to gather gold,

 If I could love it as some others do?

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On The Consequences Of Happy Marriages

© George Moses Horton

Hail happy pair from whom such raptures rise,
On whom I gaze with pleasure and surprize;
From thy bright rays the gloom of strife is driven,
For all the smiles of mutual love are Heaven.

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My Inspiration

© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov

O recollection of the heart! You're stronger

Than reason's cheerless recollection.

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Love, Death, And Reputation

© Charles Lamb

Once on a time, Love, Death, and Reputation,
Three travellers, a tour together went;
And, after many a long perambulation,
Agreed to part by mutual consent.

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L'Aube spirituelle (Spiritual Dawn)

© Charles Baudelaire

Quand chez les débauchés l'aube blanche et vermeille
Entre en société de l'Idéal rongeur,
Par l'opération d'un mystère vengeur
Dans la brute assoupie un ange se réveille.

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The Sky-Lark

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,
And violets round his nest exhale
Their fragrance on the early gale,
To the first sunbeam spreads his wings,
Buoyant with joy, and soars, and sings.

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A Girl’s Day Dream And Its Fulfilment

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

“Ah! mother it once sufficed thy child
To cherish a bird or flow’ret wild;
To see the moonbeams the waters kiss,
Was enough to fill her heart with bliss;
Or o’er the bright woodland stream to bow,
But these things may not suffice her now.”

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The Marriage of Sir Gawaine

© Thomas Percy

King Arthur lives in merry Carleile,
And seemely is to see;
And there with him queene Guenever,
That bride soe bright of blee.

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Ballad

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I KNOW my love is true,

And oh the day is fair.

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My Books…

© Stéphane Mallarme

My books closed again at Paphos’ name,
It delights me to choose with solitary genius
A ruin, by foam-flecks in thousands blessed
Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.

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Sir Hornbook

© Thomas Love Peacock

O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
 With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
 Before Sir Hornbook's gate.