Love poems

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Of The Love Of Christ

© John Bunyan

The love of Christ, poor I! may touch upon;

But 'tis unsearchable. O! there is none

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The Old Retired Sea Captain

© James Whitcomb Riley

The old sea captain has sailed the seas

  So long, that the waves at mirth,

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Anywhere Out of the World

© Charles Baudelaire

Life is a hospital where every patient is obsessed by the desire of changing beds. One would like to suffer opposite the stove, another is sure he would get well beside the window.


It always seems to me that I should be happy anywhere but where I am, and this question of moving is one that I am eternally discussing with my soul.

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Literary Mother

© Edgar Albert Guest

HUSH, little ones don't make a noise

Pick up your dolls and pick up your toys,

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Lord, Let Me Not Thy Courts Depart

© Augustus Montague Toplady

Lord, let me not thy courts depart,
Nor quit thy mercy-seat,
Before I feel thee in my heart,
And there the Saviour meet.

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On The Death of The Rev'd Dr. Sewall

© Phillis Wheatley


Now this faint Semblance of his life complete
He is, thro' Jesus, made divinely great
And left a glorious pattern to repeat

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La Chevelure (Her Hair)

© Charles Baudelaire

Ô toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
Ô boucles! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir!
Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!

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Sonnet 13

© Richard Barnfield

Speake Eccho, tell; how may I call my loue? Love.

But how his Lamps that are so christaline? Eyne.

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The Burnt Offering

© George MacDonald

Thrice-happy he whose heart, each new-born night,

When old-worn day hath vanished o'er earth's brim,

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Doctor Rabelais

© Eugene Field

Once -- it was many years ago.
  In early wedded life,
Ere yet my loved one had become
  A very knowing wife,

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Tidings

© Lola Ridge

Censored lies that mimic truth…
Censored truth as pale as fear…
My heart is like a rousing bell -
And but the dead to hear…

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Living Flowers

© Edgar Albert Guest

"I'm never alone in the garden," he said. "I'm

  never alone with the flowers.

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George Eliot

© Alfred Austin

Dead! Is she dead?

And all that light extinguished!

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Shakuntala Act II

© Kalidasa

ACT II

SCENE – A PLAIN, with royal pavilions on the skirt of the forest.

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The Laplander To His Rein-Deer

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

HOW long, oh, my faithful companion and guide!
Thou hast wafted o'er deserts my car!
How oft, oh, my rein-deer! thy speed has been tried,
O'er mountains unknown and afar!

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O For A Soul

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

O for a soul surrendered of all guile!
A plain white soul with nothing on it writ,
No creed of mockery to make men smile,
No boast of wisdom travestied as wit;

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Arethusa

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Arethusa arose
From her couch of snows
In the Acroceraunian mountains,--

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Marriage Chapter III

© Khalil Gibran


Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

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"Lucy"

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FOR HER GOLDEN WEDDING, OCTOBER 18, 1875

"Lucy."--The old familiar name

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Power Of Love (From "Antigone")

© Sophocles


O LOVE, thou art victor in fight: thou mak'st all things afraid;

Thou couchest thee softly at night on the cheeks of a maid;