Love poems

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Vittoria Colonna

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Once more, once more, Inarimé,
  I see thy purple hills!--once more
I hear the billows of the bay
  Wash the white pebbles on thy shore.

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The Trinkets

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A wandering world of rivers,

  A wavering world of trees,

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If You Should Pass

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

For if thy charity be overstrained
And would bring slander where it cannot bless,
Give me but silence where good friendship waned,
Grant me the mercy of forgetfulness.

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Darrynane

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Where foams the white torrent, and rushes the rill,

Down the murmuring slopes of the echoing hill-

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The Stranger (La Extranjera)

© Gabriela Mistral

She speaks in her way of her savage seas

With unknown algae and unknown sands;

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Between Sleep and Waking

© Mathilde Blind

SOFTLY in a dream I heard,
  Ere the day was breaking,
Softly call a cuckoo bird
  Between sleep and waking.

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The Burial March Of Dundee

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-

 Let the pibroch shake the air

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Cupid and Plutus

© William Shenstone

When Celia, love's eternal foe,
To rich old Gomez first was married;
And angry Cupid came to know
His shafts had err'd, his bow miscarried;

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Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.

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Hide Me In Your Heart

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Hide me in your heart, Love,
None but we can know
How with every heart--beat
Love could grow and grow

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When You Wake

© Mathilde Blind

When you wake from troubled slumbers


 With a dream-bewildered brain,

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We Have Created The Night

© Paul Eluard

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

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Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair

© John Keats

Chief of organic Numbers!
Old Scholar of the Spheres!
Thy spirit never slumbers,
But rolls about our ears

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A Diverted Tragedy

© James Whitcomb Riley

Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;

  But Gracie dearly loved her doll,

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Destiny

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Three roses, wan as moonlight, and weighed down
  Each with its loveliness as with a crown,
  Drooped in a florist's window in a town.

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Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion Of Nature

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

"No," said old Farmer Downs to me,
  "I ain't the facts denyin',
That all young folks in love must be,
  As birds must be a-flyin'.
Don't go agin sech facts, because
I'm one as re-specks Natur's laws.

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The Kettle

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

There's many a house of grandeur,

With turret, tower and dome,

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The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto II.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

III Lais and Lucretia
  Did first his beauty wake her sighs?
  That's Lais! Thus Lucretia's known:
  The beauty in her Lover's eyes
  Was admiration of her own.

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The Enchantress

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

I FEAR Eileen, the wild Eileen--
  The eyes she lifts to mine,
That laugh and laugh and never tell
  The half that they divine!

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Rural Morning

© John Clare

And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's earliest time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.