Love poems

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Aphrodite

© John Hall Wheelock

Dark-eyed, out of the snow-cold sea you came,
The young blood under the cheek like dawn-light showing,
Stray tendrils of dark hair in the sea-wind blowing,
Comely and grave, out of the sea you came.

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A Ride For The Queen

© Alfred Noyes

Queen of queens, oh lady mine,

  You who say you love me,

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Tell Me No More How Fair She Is

© Henry King

TELL me no more how fair she is,  

 I have no minde to hear  

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With Dickens

© Henry Lawson

In Windsor Terrace, number four,

  I’ve taken my abode—

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Ripley

© Henry Timrod

Rich in red honors, that upon him lie
As lightly as the Summer dews
Fall where he won his fame beneath the sky
Of tropic Vera Cruz;

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Ash-Wednesday

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Glitt’ring balls and thoughtless revels

  Fill up now each misspent night—

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The Angels of Buena Vista

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,
O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array,
Who is losing? who is winning? are they far or come they near?
Look abroad, and tell us, sister, whither rolls the storm we hear.

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Le Pont Mirabeau {French}

© Guillaume Apollinaire

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine.

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"The thick golden stream of honey took so long"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

1: The thick golden stream of honey took so long
To pour, our host had time to say:
"Here in the dismal Taurides, where fate has brought us,
We don't get bored at all" -- and she looked over her shoulder.

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Father Death Blues

© Allen Ginsberg

Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going

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The Funerall

© John Donne

Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm

  Nor question much

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The Winter Scene

© Bliss William Carman

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  The rutted roads are all like iron; skies

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To My Soul

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

GORDON'S LAST POEM

Tired and worn, and wearisome for love

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At the Choral Concert by Tim Nolan : American Life in Poetry #248 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200

© Ted Kooser

Many if not all of us have had the pleasure of watching choruses of young people sing. It’s an experience rich with affirmation, it seems to me.  Here is a lovely poem by Tim Nolan, an attorney in Minneapolis.

At the Choral Concert

The high school kids are so beautiful

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Lincoln

© Harriet Monroe

  And, lo! leading a blessed host comes one

  Who held a warring nation in his heart;

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Amid My Bale I Bathe In Bliss

© George Gascoigne

AMID my bale I bathe in bliss,
I swim in heaven, I sink in hell;
I find amends for every miss,
And yet my moan no tongue can tell.
I live and love--what would you more?
As never lover lived before.

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The Dread Voyage

© William Wilfred Campbell

Trim the sails the weird stars under


Past the iron hail and thunder,

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Advent

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

This Advent moon shines cold and clear,

 These Advent nights are long;

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Premonition

© George Santayana

The muffled syllables that Nature speaks
Fill us with deeper longing for her word;
She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks,
She makes a sweeter music than is heard.

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The Earth-Spirit

© William Ellery Channing

Then spoke the Spirit of the Earth,

  Her gentle voice like a soft water's song--