Love poems

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The Restoration Of The Royal Family

© John Keble

As when the Paschal week is o'er,
Sleeps in the silent aisles no more
  The breath of sacred song,
But by the rising Saviour's light
Awakened soars in airy flight,
  Or deepening rolls along;

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‘Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,’

© Pablo Neruda

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?

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I Will Never Love Thee More

© Alaric Alexander Watts

I will never love thee more,

 Though I loved thee once so well;

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Near Perigord

© Ezra Pound

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You'd have men's hearts up from the dust
And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,
Rigkt enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Circ,
Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale.

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Merlin's Isle

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

O, I went down to Merlin's Isle,

And when that I had found it,

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The Departure Of St. Patrick From Scotland

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Twice to your son already has the hand of God been shewn,
Restoring him from alien bonds to be once more your own,
And now it is the self--same hand, dear kinsmen, that to--day
Shall take me for the third time from all I love away.

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Pan

© Francis Ledwidge

He knows the safe ways and unsafe
And he will lead the lambs to fold,
Gathering them with his merry pipe,
The gentle and the overbold.

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Tardy Spring

© George Meredith

Now the North wind ceases,
The warm South-west awakes;
Swift fly the fleeces,
Thick the blossom-flakes.

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A Valediction of my Name in the Window

© John Donne

 MY name engraved herein
Doth contribute my firmness to this glass,
 Which ever since that charm hath been
 As hard, as that which graved it was ;
Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock
 The diamonds of either rock.

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The Village Schoolmaster

© Oliver Goldsmith

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way

With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,

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To A Beautiful Woman

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

SURELY, dame Nature made you in some dream
Of old-world women--Chriemhild, or bright
Aslauga, or Boadicea fierce and fair,
Or Berengaria as she rose, her lips
Yet ruddy from the poison that anoints
Her memory still, the queen of queenly wives.

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Western Camps

© Roderic Quinn

THREE men stood with their glasses lifted,
Night was around them and flaring lamps:
"Here's to the tried and true and sifted;
Here's to the flotsam tossed and drifted;

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The Maid Of Ocram, Or, Lord Gregory

© John Clare

When you did change your ring for mine
My yielding heart to win,
Though mine was of the beaten gold
Yours but of burnished tin,
Though mine was all true love without,
Yours but false love within?

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Verses Addressed To My Two Nephews

© Helen Maria Williams

Resolve to feel that best delight
Reserv'd for those who live aright:
And thus, dear Boys! your tribute pay;
Thus consecrate SAINT HELEN'S DAY!

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The Unbeloved

© Charles Lamb

Not a woman, child, or man in

All this isle, that loves thee, C--ng.

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A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter

© Henry Timrod

Is she not lovely!  Oh! when, long ago,
My own dead mother gazed upon my face,
As I stood blushing near in bridal snow,
I had not half her beauty and her grace.

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For Scotland

© Robert Fuller Murray

Beyond the Cheviots and the Tweed,
Beyond the Firth of Forth,
My memory returns at speed
To Scotland and the North.

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An Epilogue To Love

© Arthur Symons

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Love now, my heart, there is but now to love;

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The Spirea

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

OF all the subtle fires of earth
Which rise in form of spring-time flowers,
Oh, say if aught of purer birth
Is nursed by suns and showers

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Rubaiyat 42

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

If like me, you too fall in this trap,
Hold the wine and cup upon your lap.
We are the lovers, burning our tracks,
Join us, if you can put up with the crap.