Love poems

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Troubles

© Edgar Albert Guest

Troubles? Sure I've lots of them,

Got 'em heaped up by the score,

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One Whisper of the Beloved

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Lovers share a sacred decree –
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.

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To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; these humbly presented.

© Anne Bradstreet

Dear Sir of late delighted with the sight

Of your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,

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Two Epochs

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

LOVERS by a dim sea strand
Looking wave-ward, hand in hand;
Silent, trembling with the bliss
Of their first betrothal kiss:

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A Secret Place

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O my peace, O well
So deep no thought could sound it,
Whence arose thy spell
When in my heart I found it?

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Haec Olim Meminisse

© Madison Julius Cawein

FEBRILE perfumes as of faded roses
In the old house speak of love to-day,
Love long past; and where the soft day closes,
Down the west gleams, golden-red, a ray.

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The Wind of Death

© Ethelwyn Wetherald

The wind of death, that softly blows

The last warm petal from the rose,

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Glasgow

© Alexander Smith

SING, poet, 'tis a merry world;

That cottage smoke is rolled and curled

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Minority Poem

© Nissim Ezekiel

In my room, I talk
to my invisible guests:
they do not argue, but wait

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Jane's Marriage

© Rudyard Kipling

Jane lies in Winchester, blessed be her shade!
Praise the Lord for making her, and her for all she made.
And while the stones of Winchester-or Milson Street-remain,
Glory, Love, and Honour unto England's Jane!

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My Lady

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Bedecked in fashion trim,

With every curl a-quiver;

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At Long Last

© Ada Cambridge

Late, late, the prize is drawn, the goal attained,
The Heart's Desire fulfilled, Love's guerdon gained.
Wealth's use is past, Fame's crown of laurel mocks
The downward-drooping head and grizzled locks.
The end is reached-the end of toil and strife-
The end of life.

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Sonnet 7: When Nature

© Sir Philip Sidney

When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In color black why wrapp'd she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest lustre, mix'd of shades and light?

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I'm My Own Grandpa

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

It was many many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow, she's as pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red,
my father fell in lover with her, and soon these two were wed.

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To A Friend In Elysium

© Joachim du Bellay

But you are happy in the quiet place,
And with the learned lovers of old days,
And with your love, you wander ever-more
In the dim woods, and drink forgetfulness
Of us your friends, a weary crowd that press
About the gate, or labour at the oar.

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The Travelling Companion

© Lord Alfred Douglas

Into the silence of the empty night
I went, and took my scorned heart with me,
And all the thousand eyes of heaven were bright;
But Sorrow came and led me back to thee.

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Stings

© Sylvia Plath

Bare-handed, I hand the combs.
The man in white smiles, bare-handed,
Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet,
The throats of our wrists brave lilies.
He and I

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Phantom Or Fact? A Dialogue In Verse

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Friend.
This riddling Tale, to what does it belong?
Is't History? Vision? or an idle Song?
Or rather say at once, within what space
Of Time this wild disastrous change took place?

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The Cornelian

© George Gordon Byron

No specious splendour of this stone
  Endears it to my memory ever;
With lustre only once it shone,
  And blushes modest as the giver.

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Murdering Beauty

© Thomas Carew

I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,

Since ruin harbours there in every place ;