Love poems

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Almanac Des Bergers -1591

© John Kenyon

Pocula Janus amat—et Febrius, algeo clamat;—

  Martius arva colit—Aprilis florida prodit—

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Genesis BK XIX

© Caedmon

(ll. 1217-1224) Then Methuselah held sway among his kinsmen, and
longest of all men enjoyed the pleasures of this world.  He begat
a multitude of sons and daughters before his death.  And all the
years of Methuselah were nine hundred and seventy winters, and he
died.

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Scenes Of The Mind

© Aldous Huxley

I have run where festival was loud

  With drum and brass among the crowd

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Viva Perpetua

© Archibald Lampman

The night is passing. In a few short hours
I too shall suffer for the name of Christ.
A boundless exaltation lifts my soul!
I know that they who left us, Saturus,
Perpetua, and the other blessed ones,
Await me at the opening gates of heaven.

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Her Hair

© James Whitcomb Riley

The beauty of her hair bewilders me--

Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide

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To The Same Flower

© William Wordsworth

PLEASURES newly found are sweet
When they lie about our feet:
February last, my heart
First at sight of thee was glad;

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The Missionary - Canto Fifth

© William Lisle Bowles

  Three years have passed since a fond husband left
  Me and this infant, of his love bereft;
  Him I have followed; need I tell thee more,
  Cast helpless, friendless, hopeless, on this shore.

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FromThe Arabic: An Imitation

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
My faint spirit was sitting in the light
Of thy looks, my love;
It panted for thee like the hind at noon

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Maureen

© John Todhunter

O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes,  

 Girl of my choice, Maureen!  

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Man and his Makers

© Muriel Stuart

1.
I am one of the wind's stories,
I am a fancy of the rain,-
A memory of the high noon's glories,
The hint the sunset had of pain.

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The Ghost-Seer

© James Russell Lowell

Ye who, passing graves by night,

Glance not to the left or right,

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A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen

© William Cowper

Dear Anna, -- Between friend and friend,

Prose answers every common end;

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Here will I take my rest

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

My lady, that did change this house of mine
Into a heaven when that she dwelt therein,
From head to foot an angel's grace divine
Enwrapped her; pure she was, spotless of sin;

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God of Love

© Augustus Montague Toplady

God of love, whose truth and grace
Reach unbounded as the skies,
Hear thy creature's feeble praise,
Let my ev'ning sacrifice
Mount as incense to thy throne,
On the merits of thy Son.

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Hymns to the Night : 1

© Novalis

Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light - with its colors, its rays and undulations, its gentle omnipresence in the form of the wakening Day? The giant-world of the unresting constellations inhales it as the innermost soul of life, and floats dancing in its blue flood - the sparkling, ever-tranquil stone, the thoughtful, imbibing plant, and the wild, burning multiform beast inhales it - but more than all, the lordly stranger with the sense-filled eyes, the swaying walk, and the sweetly closed, melodious lips. Like a king over earthly nature, it rouses every force to countless transformations, binds and unbinds innumerable alliances, hangs its heavenly form around every earthly substance. - Its presence alone reveals the marvelous splendor of the kingdoms of the world.


Aside I turn to the holy, unspeakable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world - sunk in a deep grave - waste and lonely is its place. In the chords of the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to sink away in drops of dew, and mingle with the ashes. - The distances of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a whole long life, arise in gray garments, like an evening vapor after the sunset. In other regions the light has pitched its joyous tents. What if it should never return to its children, who wait for it with the faith of innocence?

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Two-An'-Six

© Claude McKay

Merry voices chatterin',
Nimble feet dem patterin',
Big an' little, faces gay,
Happy day dis market day.

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The Memories They Bring

© Henry Lawson

I would never waste the hours

  Of the time that is mine own,

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Christ at Carnival

© Muriel Stuart

Then I heard human accents answering:
"I am a god, made god by all thy prayers;
Wach stone becomes a god by worshipping;
I am a man who loves thee: in thy town
Many have loved thee, I am one of these."

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A Renunciation

© Henry King

WE, that did nothing study but the way

To love each other, with which thoughts the day

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‘March days return with their covert light’

© Pablo Neruda

March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.