Love poems

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Don Juan: Canto The Sixth

© George Gordon Byron

'There is a tide in the affairs of men

Which,--taken at the flood,'--you know the rest,

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Benedetta Ramus

© Andrew Lang

Mysterious Benedetta! who

That Reynolds or that Romney drew

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The Quaker Of The Olden Time

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THE Quaker of the olden time!
How calm and firm and true,
Unspotted by its wrong and crime,
He walked the dark earth through.

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To The Duke Of Dorset

© George Gordon Byron

Dorset! whose early steps with mine have stray'd,

Exploring every path of Ida's glade;

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Fragment XIV

© James Macpherson

Whence the son of Mugruch, Duchommar
the most gloomy of men? Dark
are thy brows of terror. Red thy rolling
eyes. Does Garve appear on the
sea? What of the foe, Duchommar?

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O Who Will Speak From a Womb or a Cloud?

© George Barker

Not less light shall the gold and the green lie

On the cyclonic curl and diamonded eye, than

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A Farm House by the River

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know a little country place

 Where still my heart doth linger,

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Hail to the Lord's Anointed

© James Montgomery

Hail to the Lord's Anointed
Great David's greater Son:
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!

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The Four Seasons : Autumn

© James Thomson

Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost

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We Who Were Executed

© Faiz Ahmed Faiz

I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses:
I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.
I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:
I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.

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The Path O' Little Children

© Edgar Albert Guest

The path o' little children is the path I want to tread,
Where green is every valley and every rose is red,
Where laughter's always ringing and every smile is real,
And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal.

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The Shepherdess Of The Arno

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

’Tis no wild and wond’rous legend, but a simple pious tale
Of a gentle shepherd maiden, dwelling in Italian vale,
Near where Arno’s glittering waters like the sunbeams flash and play
As they mirror back the vineyards through which they take their way.

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The Olive Branch

© George Meredith

A dove flew with an Olive Branch;
It crossed the sea and reached the shore,
And on a ship about to launch
Dropped down the happy sign it bore.

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The Promise In Disturbance

© George Meredith

How low when angels fall their black descent,

Our primal thunder tells: known is the pain

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The First Part: Sonnet 10 - Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine

© William Henry Drummond

Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine

Makes sweet the horror of the dreadful night,

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Ode--"Shell the Old City! Shell!"

© William Gilmore Simms

I.

Shell the old city I shell!

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The Progress of Spring

© Alfred Tennyson

THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,

 Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea,

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From Novalis

© George MacDonald

Uplifted is the stone

And all mankind arisen!

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Doctor B. Of Tears

© Sir Henry Wotton

Who would have thought, there could have bin

Such joy in tears, wept for our sin?

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Again Endorsing The Lady

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Horace: Book II, Elegy 2

"Liber eram et vacuo meditabar vivere lecto-"