Love poems

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The Brothers

© William Wordsworth

"THESE Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live

A profitable life: some glance along,

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Speranza

© Jean Ingelow

England puts on her purple, and pale, pale
  With too much light, the primrose doth but wait
To meet the hyacinth; then bower and dale
  Shall lose her and each fairy woodland mate.
April forgets them, for their utmost sum
Of gift was silent, and the birds are come.

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You Never Can Tell

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

You never can tell when you send a word,
Like an arrow shot from a bow
By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,
Just where it may chance to go!

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A Song For Old Age

© Madison Julius Cawein

Now nights grow cold and colder,
  And North the wild vane swings,
  And round each tree and boulder
  The driving snow-storm sings--
  Come, make my old heart older,
  O memory of lost things!

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Three Shadows

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I LOOKED and saw your eyes

In the shadow of your hair,

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‘In the wave-strike over unquiet stones’

© Pablo Neruda

In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
to one drop of azure brine that falls.

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Songs From “Prince Lucifer” II - Mother-Song

© Alfred Austin

WHITE little hands!  

 Pink little feet!  

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After Rain

© Archibald Lampman

For three whole days across the sky,

In sullen packs that loomed and broke,

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Kinship

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

  There is no flower of wood or lea,

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The Dreamer on the Sea-shore

© Louisa Stuart Costello

What are the dreams of him who may sleep


Where the solemn voice of the troubled deep

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To A Billy

© James Lister Cuthbertson

OLD BILLY—battered, brown and black

  With many days of camping,

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Amy Wentworth

© John Greenleaf Whittier


Her fingers shame the ivory keys
They dance so light along;
The bloom upon her parted lips
Is sweeter than the song.

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Event

© Sylvia Plath

How the elements solidify! --
The moonlight, that chalk cliff
In whose rift we lie

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The Harper’s Story

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

My pretty ladies, mid this Christmas cheer,

Loth though I am to wake a single tear

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

TO HER WHO WOULD COMFORT HIM
I did not ask your pity, dear. Your zeal
I know. It cannot cure me of my woes.
And you, in your sweet happiness, who knows,

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W'en I Gits Home

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun'
  Dis sorrer-laden earfly groun',
  An' oftentimes I thinks, thinks I,
  'T would be a sweet t'ing des to die,
  An' go 'long home.

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The Freeborn

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

God made the man and bid him multiply,

Replenish the green earth, nor break the die

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Song (Untitled #10)

© George Meredith

Come to me in any shape!

As a victor crown'd with vine,

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Love In A Garden

© Madison Julius Cawein

  Between the rose's and the canna's crimson,
  Beneath her window in the night I stand;
  The jeweled dew hangs little stars, in rims, on
  The white moonflowers--each a spirit hand
  That points the path to mystic shadowland.

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The Lady Of La Garaye - A Threnody

© Caroline Norton

HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be
Alone and free,
Uninterrupted by his mournful words,
Faint, indistinct, as are a wind-harp's chords