Love poems

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Jerusalem

© Nizar Qabbani

I wept until my tears were dry

I prayed until the candles flickered

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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto I

© Samuel Butler

His doublet was of sturdy buff,
And tho' not sword, yet cudgel-proof;
Whereby 'twas fitter for his use,
Who fear'd no blows, but such as bruise.

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Dedication

© Caroline Norton

ONCE more, my harp! once more, although I thought
Never to wake thy silent strings again,
A wandering dream thy gentle chords have wrought,
And my sad heart, which long hath dwelt in pain,
Soars, like a wild bird from a cypress bough,
Into the poet's Heaven, and leaves dull grief below!

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Valentine Day in Cactus Center

© Arthur Chapman

Things is quiet, here in Cactus, and our bullyvards now lack
The brisk, upliftin' infloo'nce of the forty-five's loud crack;
There's three doctors and some nusses, all the way from San Antone,
And they're patchin' up the leavin's of a Valentine cyclone.

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The Lost Ones

© Francis Ledwidge

But where are all the loves of long ago?
O little twilight ship blown up the tide,
Where are the faces laughing in the glow
Of morning years, the lost ones scattered wide
Give me your hand, O brother, let us go
Crying about the dark for those who died.

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At The Saturday Club

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

I start; I wake; the vision is withdrawn;
Its figures fading like the stars at dawn;
Crossed from the roll of life their cherished names,
And memory's pictures fading in their frames;
Yet life is lovelier for these transient gleams
Of buried friendships; blest is he who dreams!

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To James Russell Lowell

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Here let us keep him, here he saw the light,--
His genius, wisdom, wit, are ours by right;
And if we lose him our lament will be
We have "five hundred"--_not_ "as good as he."

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Holy Communion

© Ada Cambridge

Father, for Jesus' sake,
Low at the footstool of Thy throne, I pray
That Thou, into Thine arms of love, to-day
 My trembling soul wilt take.

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The Fools

© Muriel Stuart

BELOW, the street was hoarse with cries,
With groan of carts and scuffling feet,
With laughter worse than blasphemies,
Was choked with dust and blind with heat,
This room was still-too still for peace.

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Sonnet VI. To Hope

© Charlotte Turner Smith

OH, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes.
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn?
For me wilt thou renew the wither'd rose,
And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?

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Telepathy

© James Russell Lowell

'And how could you dream of meeting?'
  Nay, how can you ask me, sweet?
All day my pulse had been beating
  The tune of your coming feet.

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Fragment: A Gentle Story Of Two Lovers Young

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

A gentle story of two lovers young,
Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,
And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung
Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow

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Embroidery

© Margaret Widdemer

SHE sits and makes pink roses with her thread

And wonders what to do, her heart astir,

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Lines On The Death Of Bismarck

© John Jay Chapman

Thought cannot grasp the Cause: 'tis in the abyss
With Nature's secrets. But, gigantic wreck,
Thou wast the Instrument! And thy huge limbs
Cover nine kingdoms as thou lie'st asleep.

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The Spring of Love

© Friedrich Rückert

Dearest, thy discourses steal
  From my bosom's deep, my heart
  How can I from thee conceal
  My delight, my sorrow's smart?

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Answer To A Child's Question

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linnet, and thrush say, 'I love and I love!'
In the winter they're silent, the wind is so strong;
What it says I don't know, but it sings a loud song.

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The Poetry Of Shelley

© George Meredith

See'st thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending
Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?
Deep in the heart-yearning distance of heaven it flutters -
Wisdom and beauty and love are the treasures it brings down at eve.

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Rappelle-Toi

© Henry Van Dyke

Remember, when the timid light

  Through the enchanted hall of dawn is gleaming;

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A Woman Of Quality

© Du Fu

Matchless in breeding and beauty,

a fine lady has taken refuge

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The Gifts

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

I GIVE you Life, O child, a garden fair;
I give you Love, a rose that blossoms there--
I give a day to pluck it and to wear!