Love poems

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Under The Wattle

© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen

"Why should not wattle do
For mistletoe?"
Asked one - they were but two -
Where wattles grow.

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Your Laughter

© Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

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A Hunting Song

© Edith Wharton

Hunters, where does Hope nest?

Not in the half-oped breast,

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Little Libbie

© Julia A Moore

One more little spirit to Heaven has flown,
 To dwell in that mansion above,
Where dear little angels, together roam,
 In God's everlasting love.

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Queen Mab: Part IV.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh,

  Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear,

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The Tomb of Love

© Thomas Love Peacock

By the mossy weed-flowered column,

 Where the setting moonbeam's glance

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The Dowie Dens Of Yarrow

© Andrew Lang

Late at e'en, drinking the wine,
And ere they paid the lawing,
They set a combat them between,
To fight it in the dawing.

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The Dream

© Giacomo Leopardi

It was the morning; through the shutters closed,

  Along the balcony, the earliest rays

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Prosperity

© George Moses Horton

Come, thou queen of every creature,
Nature calls thee to her arms ;
Love sits gay on every feature,
Teeming with a thousand charms.

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Farewell

© Robert Nichols

For the last time, maybe, upon the knoll
I stand. The eve is golden, languid, sad.
Day like a tragic actor plays his role
To the last whispered word and falls gold-clad.
I, too, take leave of all I ever had.

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An Elegy

© Thomas Randolph

Love, give me leave to serve thee and be wise,

To keep thy torch in but restore blind eyes.

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In An Illuminated Missal

© Charles Kingsley

I would have loved: there are no mates in heaven;

I would be great: there is no pride in heaven;

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Shemselnihar

© George Meredith

O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave
Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet.
How I shuddered-I knew not that I was a slave,
Till I looked on thy face:- then I writhed in the net.
Then I felt like a thing caught by fire, that her star
Glowed dark on the bosom of Shemselnihar.

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Sonnet III. Canzone. (Translated From Milton)

© William Cowper

They mock my toil--the nymphs and am'rous swains--

And whence this fond attempt to write, they cry,

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Love, Dreaming of Death

© Charles Harpur

Sat on the earth as on a bier,
 Where loss and ruin lived alone,
Without the comfort of a tear—
 Without a passing groan.

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

COMPLAINING THAT HE HAD FALLEN AMONG THIEVES
Oh, Lytton, I have gambled with my soul,
And, like a spendthrift, pawned my heritage
To pitiless Jews, and paid a monstrous toll

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As You Came from the Holy Land

© Sir Walter Raleigh

As you came from the holy land

  Of Walsingham,

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Ultima Thule: Maiden And The Weathercock

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  MAIDEN.
O weathercock on the village spire,
With your golden feathers all on fire,
Tell me, what can you see from your perch
Above there over the tower of the church?

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Christmas Eve 1914

© Eugene Field

Silent, to-night, o'er Judah's hills
  Bend low the angel throng,
No heavenly music fills the air
  Exultantly with song;

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I Love My Sweet Armenia's...

© Yeghishe Charents

No matter where I am yet I shall not forget our mournful songs,
Shall not forget our steel-lettered books which now have become prayers,
No matter how sharply they pierce my heart our wounds so soaked with blood,
Even then I love my orphaned and my bloodied, dear Armenia.