Love poems

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Earth

© John Hall Wheelock

Yea, and this, my poem, too,
Is part of her as dust and dew,
Wherein herself she doth declare
Through my lips, and say her prayer.

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Sonnet on Reading Burns' Mountain Daisy

© Helen Maria Williams

While soon the "garden's flaunting flowers" decay,

And, scatter'd on the earth, neglected lie,

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Dante At Verona

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.

(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)

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Books

© Zora Bernice May Cross

Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead,

Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold,

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The Story Of Glaucus The Thessalian

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Up to the deep founts of the tenderest eyes
That e'er have shone, I think, since in some dell
Of Argos and enchanted Thessaly,
The poet, from whose heart-lit brain it came,
Murmured this record unto her he loved?

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Recollection of the Arabian Nights

© Alfred Tennyson

WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free

In the silken sail of infancy,

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Il Cinque Maggio (English)

© Alessandro Manzoni

HE was -- As motionless as lay,

First mingled with the dead,

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The Abencerrage : Canto I.

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,
Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;
And with the murmur of thy fountain-falls,
Blend the wild tones of minstrelsy no more.

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Regret

© Celia Thaxter

SOFTLY Death touched her and she passed away

  Out of this glad, bright world she made more fair,

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The Refuge, River, And Rock Of The Church

© John Newton

He who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains;
Now, seated on th' eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns.

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The Confirmation

© Edwin Muir

Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.

I in my mind had waited for this long,

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Song VI

© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

Our almighty Lord, eternal, unfathomed,
To Thee Cherubin proclaim "Holy, holy, holy!"
To Thee too, Seraph, true love's pure brand;
A fiery firmament tho marks Thy glory's stead.

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Drought

© Flexmore Hudson

Midsummer noon: and the timbered walls
start in the heat;
and the children sag listlessly over the desks,
with bloodless faces oozing sweat
sipped by the stinging flies.

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Good-Night In War-Time

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

(To Alexander Smith)

The stars we saw arise are high above,

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The Epitaph In Form Of A Ballad Which Villon Made For Himself And His Comrades, Expecting To Be Hang

© Algernon Charles Swinburne


Prince Jesus, that of all art lord and head,
Keep us, that hell be not our bitter bed;
  We have nought to do in such a master's hall.
Be not ye therefore of our fellowhead,
  But pray to God that he forgive us all.

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He Loves!

© William Schwenck Gilbert

He loves!  If in the bygone years

Thine eyes have ever shed

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To My Old Readers

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Nor be forgotten our ANNEXES twain,
Nor HE, the owner of the squinting brain,
Which, while its curious fancies we pursue,
Oft makes us question, "Are we crack-brained too?"

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Runic Verses

© George Borrow

O the force of Runic verses,
  O the mighty strength of song
Cannot baffle all the curses
  Which to mortal state belong.

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At The Gill-Nets

© Duncan Campbell Scott

Tug at the net,
Haul at the net,
Strip off the quivering fish;
Hid in the mist
The winds whist,
Is like my heart's wish.

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On A Good Legg And Foot

© William Strode

If Hercules tall stature might bee guest

But by his thumbe, wherby to make the rest