Love poems

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A Meeting

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
A song I sang, full many a year ago,
Smiled up at me, as in a busy street
One meets an old-time friend he used to know.

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A Lost Love

© Henry Francis Lyte

I meet thy pensive, moonlight face;
Thy thrilling voice I hear;
And former hours and scenes retrace,
Too fleeting, and too dear!

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A dialogue between Sir Henry Wootton and Mr. Donne

© John Donne

IF her disdain least change in you can move,
 You do not love,
For when that hope gives fuel to the fire,
 You sell desire.
  Love is not love, but given free ;
  And so is mine ; so should yours be.

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The Sick Man to Health

© Arthur Symons

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The eyes, that, having seen the saintly light

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The Papal Benediction, From St. Peter’s

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Higher than ever lifted into space,
Rises the sove'ran dome,--
Into the Colonnade's immense embrace
Flows all the life of Rome;

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Accolon Of Gaul: Part IV

© Madison Julius Cawein

Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime,

  In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time,

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The Child's Grave

© Edmund Blunden

  I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies
  On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;
  Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries
  That I sang for delight as I followed the way.

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After Death

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

THE FOUR boards of the coffin lid

Heard all the dead man did.

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Children's Playground In The City

© Edith Nesbit

THIS is a place where men laid their dead,

  Each with his life-tale of good or ill;

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Love At First Sight - (from Philaster)

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Sitting in my window,

Pointing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god,

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July

© Madison Julius Cawein

Now 'tis the time when, tall,
  The long blue torches of the bellflower gleam
  Among the trees; and, by the wooded stream.
  In many a fragrant ball.
  Blooms of the button-bush fall.

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCVI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

ON THE SHORTNESS OF TIME
If I could live without the thought of death,
Forgetful of time's waste, the soul's decay,
I would not ask for other joy than breath

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In The Louvre

© Harriet Monroe

Queen Karomana, slim you stand,
In bronze with little flecks of gold—
Queen Karomana.
O royal lady, lift your hand,
Shatter the stone museum cold,
Queen Karomana.

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The Will To Live

© Edith Nesbit

Not to desire, to admit, to adore,
Casting the robe of the soul that you wore
Just as the soul casts the body's robe down.
This is man's destiny, this is man's crown.
This is the splendour, the end of the feast;
This is the light of the Star in the East.

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The Fallen Leaves

© Caroline Norton

I.
WE stand among the fallen leaves,
Young children at our play,
And laugh to see the yellow things

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The Unhappy Lot Of Mr. Knott

© James Russell Lowell

My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott,
  From business snug withdrawn,
Was much contented with a lot
That would contain a Tudor cot
'Twixt twelve feet square of garden-plot,
  And twelve feet more of lawn.

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The Lovers Of Marchaid

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Dominic came riding down, sworded, straight and splendid,
Drave his hilt against her door, flung a golden chain.
Said: "I'll teach your lips a song sweet as his that's ended,
Ere the white rose call the bee, the almond flower again."

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He Dwelleth in You

© Augustus Montague Toplady

Saviour, I thy word believe,

My unbelief remove;

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Sticky Fingers

© Edgar Albert Guest

Wife says that I should be ashamed

To wear such garments as I do,

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The Old Flame

© Robert Lowell

My old flame, my wife!
Remember our lists of birds?
One morning last summer, I drove
by our house in Maine. It was still
on top of its hill -