Love poems

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Madrigal.

© Robert Crawford

When morn is wandering on the seas,
And birds are singing in the trees,
And all the time is flushed with flowers,
And youth is in these hearts of ours —

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Arabian Night's Entertainments

© William Ernest Henley

Once on a time

There was a little boy:  a master-mage

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The Voyage

© Heinrich Heine

As at times a moonbeam pierces
Through the thickest cloudy rack,
So to me, through days so dreary,
One bright image struggles back.

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Invitation To The Country

© George Meredith

Dry-fruited firs are dropping their cones,
And vista'd avenues of pines
Take richer green, give fresher tones,
As morn after morn the glad sun shines.

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Buffalo Creek

© John Le Gay Brereton

A timid child with heart oppressed  


 By images of sin,  

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Gotham - Book I

© Charles Churchill

Far off (no matter whether east or west,

A real country, or one made in jest,

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Night Rhapsody

© Robert Nichols

  How beautiful it is to wake at night,

  When over all there reigns the ultimate spell

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Out Of The Fulness Of The Heart The Mouth Speaketh

© Edith Nesbit

In answer to those who have said that English Poets

give no personal love to their country.

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Mooni

© Henry Kendall

AH, to be by Mooni now!  

Where the great dark hills of wonder,  

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The Children

© Edgar Albert Guest

The children bring us laughter, and the children bring us tears;
They string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years;
They bring the bitterest cares we know, their mothers' sharpest pain,
Then smile our world to loveliness, like sunshine after rain.

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A Soldier's Dream

© Anonymous

Last night as I toasted

My wet feet and roasted

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Obscur Et Fronce

© Arthur Rimbaud

Dark, wrinkled as a purple pink,

It breathes, it nestles in that bed of moss,

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Year After Year: A Love Song.

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

YEAR after year the cowslips fill the meadow,
Year after year the skylarks thrill the air,
Year after year, in sunshine or in shadow,
Rolls the world round, love, and finds us as we were.

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Commanders Of The Faithful

© William Makepeace Thackeray

The Pope he is a happy man,
His Palace is the Vatican,
And there he sits and drains his can:
The Pope he is a happy man.
I often say when I'm at home,
I'd like to be the Pope of Rome.

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By The Grave

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THIS is the place--I pray thee, friend,
Leave me alone with that dread grief,
Whose raven wings o'erarch the grave,
Closed on a life how sad and brief!

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Our Saviour’s Boyhood

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

With what a flood of wondrous thoughts
  Each Christian breast must swell
When, wandering back through ages past,
  With simple faith they dwell
On quiet Nazareth’s sacred sod,
Where the Child Saviour’s footsteps trod.

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The Dying Soldier

© Anonymous

Yes! raise me on your arm, Dick Dale,

My comrade old and true.

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The Lost Embassy

© Edith Nesbit

THE lilies lean to the white, white rose,
The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees,
Soft kisses borne by the golden bees--
And all the world is alive, awake,
And glad to the heart for the summer's sake.

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Sonnet L.

© Charlotte Turner Smith

FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
FAREWELL, ye lawns!--by fond remembrance blest,
As witnesses of gay unclouded hours;
Where, to maternal friendships' bosom prest,

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Green River

© William Cullen Bryant

  When breezes are soft and skies are fair,
I steal an hour from study and care,
And hie me away to the woodland scene,
Where wanders the stream with waters of green,