Love poems

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Lines To A Withered Leaf Seen On A Poet's Table

© Jones Very

Poet's hand has placed thee there,
Autumn's brown and withered scroll!
Though to outward eye not fair,
Thou hast beauty for the soul,

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Ireland

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

'Twas the dream of a God,
And the mould of His hand,
That you shook 'neath His stroke,
That you trembled and broke

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To Revery

© Madison Julius Cawein

What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought,

  What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose,

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Untitled 5

© Owen Suffolk

An exile captive, severed from his home,
Torn from the friends he loved in life's sweet spring;
Heart-broken toils, while still his sad thoughts roam
Back to the past which now no joys can bring;
Vainly he seeks compassion and relief
In human hearts around, to cheer of soothe his grief.

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The Midnight Mass

© Ada Cambridge

THE light lay trembling in a silver bar
 Along the western borders of the sky;
From out the shadowy dome a little star
 Stole forth to keep its patient watch on high;
And night came down, with solemn, soft embrace,
 On storied Brittany.

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Marmion: a Christmas Poem

© Sir Walter Scott



Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;

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Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore

© Louise Imogen Guiney

THERE in his room, whene’er the moon looks in,

And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,

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Love's Rose

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts,
Live not through the waste of time!
Love’s rose a host of thorns invests;

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Love Magical

© Roderic Quinn

IF you had been where I have been
(Grey, grey the skies above),
And you had seen what I have seen,
You would not laugh at love.

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Who Hath Ears To Hear Let Him Hear

© Jones Very

The sun doth not the hidden place reveal,

Whence pours at morn his golden flood of light;

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The Unmarried Mother

© France Preseren

What was the need of you, little one,
My baby dear, my darling son,
To me - a girl, a foolish young thing,
A mother without a wedding ring?

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A Woman’s Sonnets: VIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I sue thee not for pity on my case.
If I have sinned, the judgment has begun.
My joy was but one day of all the days,
And clouds have blotted it and hid the sun.

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My Friend

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,
 With living lips and eyes:
 Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;
So pale, yet still so fair.

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My Love Annie

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

SOFT of voice and light of hand
As the fairest in the land--
Who can rightly understand
My love Annie?

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Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Each has his gifts, his losses and his gains,
Each his own share of pleasures and of pains;
No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued
Finds a smooth pathway all with roses strewed;
Trouble belongs to man of woman born,--
Tread where he may, his foot will find its thorn.

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The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke

© Archibald MacLeish

The old men rake the yards for winter

Burning the autumn-fallen leaves.

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We May Not Climb the Heavenly Steeps

© John Greenleaf Whittier

We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps
For Him who fills Heaven's throne.

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Secret Flowers

© Katherine Mansfield

Is love a light for me? A steady light,

A lamp within whose pallid pool I dream

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On The Vita Nuova Of Dante

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

AS he that loves oft looks on the dear form

 And guesses how it grew to womanhood,