Love poems

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The Indian Lover. Morning Song.

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

O'ER flowery fields of waving maize,
The breeze of morning lightly plays;
Arise, my Zumia! let us rove,
The cool and fragrant citron grove!

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Isabel

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

In the most early morn
I rise from a damp pillow, tempest-tost,
To seek the sun with silent gaze forlorn,
And mourn for thee, my lost
Isabel.

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The Two Ogres

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Good children, list, if you're inclined,
And wicked children too -
This pretty ballad is designed
Especially for you.

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Gentleman-Rankers

© Rudyard Kipling

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,


To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,

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The Widow To Her Son’s Betrothed

© Caroline Norton

I.
AH, cease to plead with that sweet cheerful voice,
Nor bid me struggle with a weight of woe,
Lest from the very tone that says "rejoice"

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Funeral Tree of the Sokokis

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Around Sebago's lonely lake
There lingers not a breeze to break
The mirror which its waters make.

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The Magic Bark

© Thomas Love Peacock

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O freedom! power of life and light!

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Colloque Sentimental

© Paul Verlaine

In the deserted park, silent and vast,

Erewhile two shadowy glimmering figures passed.

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Mystic

© Sylvia Plath

The air is a mill of hooks -
Questions without answer,
Glittering and drunk as flies
Whose kiss stings unbearably
In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer.

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My Studio

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

I LOVE it, yet I hardly can tell why —
My studio with its window to the sky,
Far up above the noises of the street,
The rumbling carts, the ceaseless tramp of feet;

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Nacht am Strand (Night on the Shore)

© Heinrich Heine

Starless and cold is the night:

The sea is foaming,

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The Avalanche

© Alaric Alexander Watts

'Tis Night; and Silence with unmoving wings

Broods o'er the sleeping waters;—not a sound

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The Green River

© Lord Alfred Douglas

I know a green grass path that leaves the field,

And like a running river, winds along

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The True Aaron

© John Newton

See Aaron, God's anointed priest,
Within the veil appear;
In robes of mystic meaning dressed,
Presenting Israel's prayer.

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That Wind I Used To Hear It Swelling

© Emily Jane Brontë

That wind I used to hear it swelling
  With joy divinely deep
  You might have seen my hot tears welling
  But rapture made me weep

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Three Men Of Truro

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch

Aloft with us! And while another stone
Swings to its socket, haste with trowel and hod!
Win the old smile a moment ere, alone,
Soars the great soul to bear report to God.
Night falls; but thou, dear Captain, from thy star
Look down, behold how bravely goes the war!

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The Old Mile-Tree

© Henry Lawson

OLD coach-road West by Nor’-ward—

  Old mile-tree by the track:

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Summer

© Johannes Carl Andersen

And sleeps thy heart when flower and tree  


 Adorn the summer stillness?  

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Sonnet LXIV: Ardour And Memory

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring;

The rosebud's blush that leaves it as it grows

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Hymn IV. Dear Jesu, when, when will it be,

© John Austin

Dear Jesu, when, when will it be,

That I no more shall break with Thee!