Love poems

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Sand Martins

© Jean Ingelow

I passed an inland-cliff precipitate;
  From tiny caves peeped many a soot-black poll;
In each a mother-martin sat elate,
  And of the news delivered her small soul.

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The Panama Canal

© Edgar Albert Guest

ABOVE it flies the flag we love,

Within it is the blood we gave;

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Italy : 31. A Funeral

© Samuel Rogers

'Whence this delay?'  "Along the crowded street
A Funeral comes, and with unusual pomp."
So I withdrew a little, and stood still,
While it went by.  'She died as she deserved,'

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My Angel

© David Holbrook



Though thousands of stars be outside

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A Christmas Colloquy

© John Crowe Ransom


  ANN:
  Father, what will there be for me
  To-morrow on the Christmas tree?
  Have you told Santa what to bring,
  My pony, my doll, and everything?

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Advice To A Friend On Marriage

© Eustache Deschamps

Soon you will long that you were dead
When married; seek in street or lane
Some love. No! Passion bids me wed.
You're crazy—batter out your brain.

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Quan l'herba fresqu'el.h folha

© Bernard de Ventadorn

Can l'erba fresch'e.lh folha par

e la flors boton'el verjan

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Up To The Ceiling

© Edgar Albert Guest

Up to the ceiling

And down to the floor,

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On Mr. Howard's Account Of Lazarettos

© William Lisle Bowles

Mortal! who, armed with holy fortitude,

  The path of good right onward hast pursued;

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The Shepherd Lady

© Jean Ingelow

Who pipes upon the long green hill,
 Where meadow grass is deep?
The white lamb bleats but followeth on-
 Follow the clean white sheep.
The dear white lady in yon high tower,
 She hearkeneth in her sleep.

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Fand, A Feerie Act II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

In the land of the living are kingdoms twain,
Kingdoms twain,--nay, kingdoms three;
One is of sunshine and one of rain,
And one of the moonlight without a stain.
The moonlight people, of these are we,
The ever--happy, the Sidhe, the Sidhe.

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The Coo Of The Cushat

© Ada Cambridge

Over the smooth lawns, broider'd with violets,
 Over the hedges of snow-white thorn,
Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms,
 The musical coo of the cushat is borne.

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To Santa Claus

© James Whitcomb Riley

Most tangible of all the gods that be,
O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!
As first we scampered to thee-- now, as then,
Take us as children to thy heart again.

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La Beale Isoud

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

  With bloodshot eyes the morning rose

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L'Envoi

© Herman Melville

My towers at last! These rovings end,
Their thirst is slaked in larger dearth:
The yearning infinite recoils,
  For terrible is earth.

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The Fire

© Edith Nesbit

I was picking raspberries, my head was in the canes,

And he came behind and kissed me, and I smacked him for his pains.

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St. Matthias' Day

© John Keble

Who is God's chosen priest?
He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,
Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased,
  From Jordan banks to Bethphage height:

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Lockerbie Street

© Bliss William Carman

For  The Brthday Of James Whitcomb Riley, October 7, 1914
LOCKERBIE STREET is a little street,
Just one block long;
But the days go there with a magical air,

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Olney Hymn 40: Peace After A Storm

© William Cowper

When darkness long has veil'd my mind,
And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.

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Message

© Sara Teasdale

I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!