Love poems

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The Old Cumberland Beggar

© William Wordsworth

. I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;

  And he was seated, by the highway side,

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Anniversaries

© Aldous Huxley

Once more the windless days are here,

  Quiet of autumn, when the year

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The Long Room

© Madison Julius Cawein

HE found the long room as it was of old,
Glimmering with sunset's gold;
That made the tapestries seem full of eyes
Strange with a wild surmise:

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The Boy And The Flag

© Edgar Albert Guest

I want my boy to love his home,

  His Mother, yes, and me:

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Below Her Window

© Robert Fuller Murray

Where she sleeps, no moonlight shines
No pale beam unbidden creeps.
Darkest shade the place enshrines
Where she sleeps.

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A Spirit's Return

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Thou knewest me not in life's fresh vernal morn -
I would thou hadst! - for then my heart on thine
Had poured a worthier love; now, all o'erworn
By its deep thirst for something too divine,
It hath but fitful music to bestow,
Echoes of harp-strings broken long ago.

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Written For My Son

© Mary Barber

When Athens was for Arts and Arms renown'd,
Olympic Wreaths uncommon Merit crown'd.
These slight Distinctions from the Learn'd and Wise,
Convey'd eternal Honour with the Prize:
'Twas this, the gen'rous Love of Fame inspir'd,
And Grecian Breasts with noblest Ardor fir'd.

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Queen Mab: Part II.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

If solitude hath ever led thy steps

  To the wild ocean's echoing shore,

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A Poem Written By Sir Henry Wotton In His Youth

© Sir Henry Wotton

O Faithless World, & thy more faithless part, a Woman's heart!

The true Shop of variety, where sits nothing but fits

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A Sonnet of Battle

© William Gay

RELUCTANT Morn, whose meagre radiance lies  

 With doubtful glimmer on the farthest hills,  

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IV - Dyuta - (The Fatal Dice)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The madness increased, and Yudhishthir staked his brothers, and then
himself, and then the fair Draupadi, and lost! And thus the Emperor
of Indra-prastha and his family were deprived of every possession
on earth, and became the bond-slaves of Duryodhan. The old king
Dhrita-rashtra released them from actual slavery, but the five
brothers retired to forests as homeless exiles.

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Porphyrion

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Yet into vacancy the troubled heart
Brings its own fullness: and Porphyrion found
The void a prison, and in the silence chains.

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I Mustn't Forget

© Edgar Albert Guest

I mustn't forget that I'm gettin' old,

That's the worst thing ever a man can do.

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The After-Echo

© Henry Van Dyke

How long the echoes love to play

  Around the shore of silence, as a wave

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The Conqueror’s Grave

© William Cullen Bryant

WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies,

  And yet the monument proclaims it not,

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St. Ignatius Loyola At The Chapel Of Our Lady Of Montserrat

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

’Tis midnight, and solemn darkness broods

  In a lonely, sacred fane—

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Violets

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Violets, in what pleasant earth you grew
I know not, nor what heavenly moisture stole
To tincture in your petals such dim blue
As seems a pure June midnight's scented soul:

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The Warrior's Return

© Amelia Opie

Sir Walter returned from the far Holy Land,
 And a blood-tinctured falchion he bore;
But such precious blood as now darkened his sword
 Had never distained it before.

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Spring Came In

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

SPRING came in with a red-wing's feather
  And yellow clumps of the wild marshmallow--
O happy bird, can you tell me whether
In distant France they have April weather?
  And little pools that are sunny and shallow?

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An Insincere Wish Addressed to a Beggar

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

We are not near enough to love,
I can but pity all your woe;
For wealth has lifted me above,
And falsehood set you down below.