Love poems

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The Murdered Lover

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother,
  Say a mass for my soul's repose, I need it,
  Lovingly lived we, the sons of one mother,
  Mine was the sin, but I pray you not heed it.

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De Rerum Virtute

© Robinson Jeffers

I.

Here is the skull of a man: a man’s thoughts and emotions

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The Minister’s Daughter

© John Greenleaf Whittier

In the minister's morning sermon
He had told of the primal fall,
And how thenceforth the wrath of God
Rested on each and all.

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From the Persian of Hafiz I

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

  Butler, fetch the ruby wine,

  Which with sudden greatness fills us;

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In The House Of Idiedaily

© Bliss William Carman

OH, but life went gaily, gaily,

In the house of Idiedaily!

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Winstanley

© Jean Ingelow

Quoth the cedar to the reeds and rushes,
  “Water-grass, you know not what I do;
Know not of my storms, nor of my hushes.
  And—­I know not you.”

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A Little Child Shall Lead Them

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Eagerly he grasped the writing;
"I am free!" at last he said.
Backward fell upon the pillow,
He was free among the dead.

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Arcadia Rediviva

© James Russell Lowell

I, walking the familiar street,
  While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,
Was lifted from my prosy feet
  And in Arcadia ere I knew it.

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Guido Invites You Thus

© Ezra Pound

‘Lappo I leave behind and Dante too,
Lo, I would sail the seas with thee alone!
Talk me no love talk, no bought-cheap fiddl’ry,
Mine is the ship and thine the merchandise,
All the blind earth knows not th'emprise
Whereto thou calledst and whereto I call.

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Beautiful Twenty-Second

© Julia A Moore

  Beautiful twenty-second,
  Beautiful twenty-second,
  May the people ever keep it,
  Beautiful twenty-second.

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Woman

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

LADY, although we have not met,
And may not meet, beneath the sky;
And whether thine are eyes of jet,
Gray, or dark blue, or violet,
Or hazel—heaven knows, not I;

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The High Road In Winter

© Alexander Pushkin

Between the rolling vapours
The moon glides soft and bright;
Across the dreary fallows
She casts a mournful light.

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To Jane: The Recollection

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Now the last day of many days,
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The loveliest and the last, is dead,

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March Mournful and Vertical

© Kostas Karyotakis

I stare at the ceiling's plasterwork.
I'm drawn into the dance of the meanders.
My happiness, I'm thinking, would
lie in height.

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To A Sleeping Child

© Thomas Hood

I
Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep,—
A tender infant with its curtain'd eye,
Breathing as it would neither live nor die

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Centennial Celebration

© Julia A Moore

In the year eighteen seventy-six,

 A Fourth of July celebration

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An Invocation

© Walter Savage Landor

WE are what suns and winds and waters make us;
The mountains are our sponsors, and the rills
Fashion and win their nursling with their smiles.
But where the land is dim from tyranny,

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To My Godchild Alice

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

ALICE, Alice, little Alice,
My new-christened baby Alice,
Can there ever rhymes be found
To express my wishes for thee

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The Last Wish

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Go to the forest-shade,
 Seek thou the well-known glade,
Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie,
 Gleaming thro' moss-tufts deep,
 Like dark eyes fill'd with sleep,
And bath'd in hues of summer's midnight sky.

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The Journey

© George MacDonald

I.

Hark, the rain is on my roof!