Love poems

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The Beautiful Stranger

© John Clare

I cannot know what country owns thee now,

With France's forest lilies on thy brow.

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"So again we triumph!"

© Anna Akhmatova

So again we triumph!
Again we do not come!
Our speeches silent,
Our words, dumb.

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Mark Antony

© John Cleveland

Whenas the nightingale chanted her vespers,

And the wild forester couched on the ground,

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Going To The Horse Flats

© Robinson Jeffers

  Sweet was the clear
Chatter of the stream now that our talk was hushed; the flitting
water-ouzel returned to her stone;
A lovely snake, two delicate scarlet lines down the dark back,
swam through the pool. The flood-battered
Trees by the stream are more noble than cathedral-columns.

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Grass From The Battle-Field

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Small sheaf
Of withered grass, that hast not yet revealed
Thy story, lo! I see thee once more green
And growing on the battle-field,
On that last day that ever thou didst grow!

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Margaret

© Jean Blewett

Her heart-December's chill and snow;
Heaven pity me, who love her so!

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The Garden

© John Newton

A Garden contemplation suits,
And may instruction yield,
Sweeter than all the flow'rs and fruits
With which the spot is filled.

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Protest

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Who say my hea't ain't true to you?

  Dey bettah heish dey mouf.

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Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - The Proem

© Francis Thompson

Shrewd winds and shrill--were these the speech of May?

A ragged, slag-grey sky--invested so,

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The Master-Player

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

AN old worn harp that had been played

Till all its strings were loose and frayed,

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Fragment Of An Epistle To Thomas Moore

© George Gordon Byron

  The Czar's look, I own, was much brighter and brisker,
But then he is sadly deficient in whisker;
And wore but a starless blue coat, and in kersey--
Mere breeches whisk'd round, in a waltz with the Jersey,
Who lovely as ever, seem'd just as delighted
With Majesty's presence as those she invited.

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The Invitation to Selborne

© Gilbert White

See Selborne spreads her boldest beauties round

The varied valley, and the mountain ground,

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

She was a little woman dressed in black,
Who stood on tiptoe with a childish air,
Her face and figure hidden in a sacque,
All but her eyes and forehead and dark hair.

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Le Grenier

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Je viens revoir l'asile ou ma jeunesse

De la misere a subi les lecons.

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In New Orleans

© Eugene Field

'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befell
The tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;
So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing
Unto your delectation this brief, pathetic thing-
No lyric pitched in vaunting key, but just a requiem
Of blowing twenty dollars in by nine o'clock a.m.

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Crowds

© Charles Baudelaire

It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming.


Multitude, solitude: identical terms, and interchangeable by the active and fertile poet. The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd.

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Kabul

© Mirza Muhammed Ali Saib


Translation I
by Dr. Josephine Barry Davis

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Fand, A Feerie Act I

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Eithne's Spinning Song
Things of the Earth and things of the Air,
Strengths that we feel though we cannot share,
Shapes that are round us and everywhere.

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The Pale Woman

© Arthur Symons

I spoke to the pale and heavy-lidded woman, and said:

O pale and heavy-lidded woman, why is your check

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The Chameleon

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I KNOW that I'm like, yet I am not, a snake!
'Tis true that I glisten by boil and by brake,
That I dart out and in, can glide, quiver and coil
As swift as the lightning, but softer than oil,
Yet a creature more innocent never was drawn
From the gray of cool shadows to bask in the dawn!