Love poems

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Response

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
  The light dies out; my soul replies
  With misery of deep-drawn breath,
  E'en as it were at war with death.

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Davie Gellatley's Song

© Sir Walter Scott

Young men will love thee more fair and more fast;
Heard ye so merry the little bird sing?
Old men's love the longest will last,
And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing.

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On The Stair

© Annie Campbell Huestis

AS I went lonely up the stair

Ah me, the ghost that I saw there!

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Longing

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

IF you could sit with me beside the sea to-day,

And whisper with me sweetest dreamings o'er and o'er;

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Lost Counsel

© Margaret Widdemer

IF you were but near me,
  O kindest and best,
I could tell you my trouble,
  And I could have rest;

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Mary Leslie

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch

Here by the bivouac fire, above
 These fields of savage play,
I'll lift my love to meet thy love
 Twa thousand miles away,

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The First Love Dream

© Henry Clay Work

Last night, mother, he told me so,

As we walked by the pebbly stream;

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Tauler

© John Greenleaf Whittier

And as he walked he prayed. Even the same
Old prayer with which, for half a score of years,
Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart
Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord!
Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind.
Send me a man who can direct my steps!"

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Epilogue

© Edgar Lee Masters

You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.

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He Needed Not

© George MacDonald

Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
To read in brooks the print so clear
Of motion, shadowy light, and tone-
That man hath neither eye nor ear
Who careth not for human moan.

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One star only for Love's heaven

© Augusta Davies Webster

ONE star only for Love's heaven;
One rose only for Love's breast;
One love only to be given.

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Break o’ Day

© Henry Lawson

  I was born to ruin or born to mar
  The home wherever I light.
  Oh! I wish that you were the Evening Star
  And that I were the Fall o’ Night.

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The Sweet Little Man

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,
Each at his post to do all that he can,
Down among rebels and contraband chattels,
What are you doing, my sweet little man?

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Verses II

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Supposed to have been written in the New Forest,
in early Spring.
AS in the woods, where leathery Lichen weaves
Its wint'ry web among the sallow leaves,

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Apostrophe

© Charlotte Turner Smith

TO AN OLD TREE.
WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,
Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,
Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands emboss

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 03

© Torquato Tasso

XXXI

The villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,

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Why Silent?

© Henry Timrod

Why am I silent from year to year?
Needs must I sing on these blue March days?
What will you say, when I tell you here,
That already, I think, for a little praise,
 I have paid too dear?

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To Timarion

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

HAD I the thrush's throat, I could not sing you
Songs sweeter than his own. And I'm too poor
To lay the gifts that other lovers bring you
Low at your silver door.

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O Tell If Any Fate You See

© Thomas Parnell

O Tell if any fate you see

Can more unhappy prove

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On Lucy, Countess of Bedford

© Benjamin Jonson

This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,

I thought to form unto my zealous Muse