Love poems

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The Improvisatore, Or, 'John Anderson, My Jo, John'

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.-EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.

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I Told You So

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I know a little fellow, his name I think is Jo,
But he is seldom called by that-he has a queer nick-name,
Wherever he goes the children cry, "There comes 'I-told-you-so.'"
For that is what he always says in playing any game,
"I told you so! I told you so!
You see I was right when I told you so."

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A Stream’s Singing

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

O HOW beautiful is Morning!
How the sunbeams strike the daisies,
And the kingcups fill the meadow
Like a golden-shielded army

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Nineteen-Fourteen

© Rupert Brooke

I PEACE

Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,

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By The Grave Of Henry Timrod

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--
Above us smiled September's passionless sky,
And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pine
Thrilled in the mellow sunshine tenderly;

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The Doe: A Fragment (From Wandering Willie)

© George Meredith

And-'Yonder look! yoho! yoho!

Nancy is off!' the farmer cried,

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A Mountain Gateway

© Bliss William Carman

I know a vale where I would go one day,
When June comes back and all the world once more
Is glad with summer. Deep in shade it lies
A mighty cleft between the bosoming hills,
A cool dim gateway to the mountains' heart.

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Lines For An Album

© James Whitcomb Riley

I would not trace the hackneyed phrase

Of shallow words and empty praise,

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To Albius Tibullus

© Eugene Field

Not to lament that rival flame
  Wherewith the heartless Glycera scorns you,
Nor waste your time in maudlin rhyme,
  How many a modern instance warns you!

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Baby's Birthday

© Edith Nesbit

BEFORE your life that is to come,
Love stands with eager eyes, that vainly
  Seek to discern what gift may fit
  The slow unfolding years of it;
And still Time's lips are sealed and dumb,
And still Love sees no future plainly.

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By Her White Bed

© James Whitcomb Riley

By her white bed I muse a little space:

  She fell asleep--not very long ago,--

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Edwin and Angela, A Ballad

© Oliver Goldsmith

'Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way,
To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.

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Sleeping And Waking

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

I Had a dream-I lay upon thy breast,
In that sweet place where we lay long ago:
I thought the morning woodbine to and fro
With playful shadows whipped away my rest,
And in my sleep I cried to thee, too blest,

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The Idle Shepherd Boys

© William Wordsworth

The valley rings with mirth and joy;

Among the hills the echoes play

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Sonnet XLIII: Love and Hope

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Bless love and hope. Full many a withered year

Whirled past us, eddying to its chill doomsday;

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The Bull

© Ralph Hodgson

See an old unhappy bull,

Sick in soul and body both,

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To Miss Annie Hopkins

© Henry Kendall

BENEATH the shelter of the bush,

In undisturbed repose—

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 2

© Publius Vergilius Maro

ALL were attentive to the godlike man,  

When from his lofty couch he thus began:  

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O Do Not Leave Me

© George MacDonald

O do not leave me, mother, lest I weep;
Till I forget, be near me in that chair.
The mother's presence leads her down to sleep-
Leaves her contented there.

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The Story of Prince Agib

© William Schwenck Gilbert

STRIKE the concertina's melancholy string!
Blow the spirit-stirring harp like anything!
Let the piano's martial blast
Rouse the Echoes of the Past,
For of AGIB, PRINCE OF TARTARY, I sing!