Love poems

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A Hymn Of Love

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O hush, sweet birds, that linger in lonely song!
Hold in your evening fragrance, wet May--bloom!
But drooping branches and leaves that greenly throng,
Darken and cover me over in tenderer gloom.

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The Tower Beyond Tragedy

© Robinson Jeffers

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You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's

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The Ships Of Yule

© Bliss William Carman

  They stopped at every port to call
  From Babylon to Rome,
  To load with all the lovely things
  We never had at home;

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Quatorzain

© Henry Timrod

MOST men know love but as a part of life;

They hide it in some corner of the breast,

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The Way Of Love

© Edith Nesbit

THE butterfly loves the rose,
He flutters around her bed,
Till the soft curled leaves unclose,
And she raises her darling head.

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Dead Selves

© James Whitcomb Riley

How many of my selves are dead?

  The ghosts of many haunt me: Lo,

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

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

HE ARGUES WITH HIS LIFE
My life, what strange mad garments hast thou on,
Now that I see thee truly and am wise!
Thou wild, lost Proteus, strangling and undone!

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Linnet-Like.

© Robert Crawford

The joy of God gets into us, and we
Hum with the intuition of His power;
Even as a linnet, like a thing inspired,
Throats his love-lyrics in the dewy leaves.

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Places

© Sara Teasdale

PLACES I love come back to me like music,
Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;
I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming
In a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired;

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Old-Fashioned Child.

© Robert Crawford

He was born old; they who got him were grey,
And quaint as things that long had seasoned here
When that he came — a too true vintage of
The lateness of the brewing blood and brain;

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Lines

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,--
Won't any kind classmate get up in my place?
Just remember how often I've risen before,--
I blush as I straighten my legs on the floor!

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Celia To Damon

© Matthew Prior

What can I say? What Arguments can prove
My Truth? What Colors can describe my Love?
If it's Excess and Fury be not known,
In what Thy Celia has already done?

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I Planted A Rose Tree

© Mathilde Blind

I planted a rose tree in my garden,
 In early days when the year was young;
I thought it would bear me roses, roses,
 While nights were dewy and days were long.

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December

© John Clare

While snow the window-panes bedim,

The fire curls up a sunny charm,

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Lines To A Steamboat

© George MacDonald

Dark stranger on the teeming map of fate
Fabric, that seem’st a thing alike apart
From aught that nature or that art create;
To me a mystery thou ever art;
And awe and wonder stir me when thy frame
I view, strange birth of water and of flame.

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The Age of a Dream

© Lionel Pigot Johnson

Gone now, the carven work! Ruined, the golden shrine!
No more the glorious organs pour their voice divine;
No more rich frankincense drifts through the Holy Place:
Now from the broken tower, what solemn bell still tolls,
Mourning what piteous death? Answer, O saddened souls!
Who mourn the death of beauty and the death of grace.

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Oh! Had I the Wings of a Bird

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Oh! had I the wings of a bird,

 To soar through the blue, sunny sky,

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Storm

© Wilfred Owen

His face was charged with beauty as a cloud
  With glimmering lightning. When it shadowed me
  I shook, and was uneasy as a tree
That draws the brilliant danger, tremulous, bowed.

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This is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong

© Edward Thomas


This is no case of petty right or wrong

That politicians or philosophers

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Cantata. Set By Mons. Galliard

© Matthew Prior

Recit.

Beneath a verdant laurel's ample shade