Love poems

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: XLIII

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: XLI

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,With thanks and love from mine

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: XL

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth:I have heard love talked in my early youth,And since, not so long back but that the flowersThen gathered, smell still

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: XIV

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love's sake only

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: XIII

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,Between our faces, to cast light on each?-I drop it at thy feet

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: XII

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Indeed this very love which is my boast,And which, when rising up from breast to brow,Doth crown me with a ruby large enowTo draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost,-This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,I should not love withal, unless that thouHadst set me an example, shown me how,When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed,And love called love

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: XI

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And therefore if to love can be desert,I am not all unworthy

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: X

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeedAnd worthy of acceptation

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: VII

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The face of all the world is changed, I think,Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soulMove still, oh, still, beside me, as they stoleBetwixt me and the dreadful outer brinkOf obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,Was caught up into love, and taught the wholeOf life in a new rhythm

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Sonnets from the Portuguese: IX

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Can it be right to give what I can give?To let thee sit beneath the fall of tearsAs salt as mine, and hear the sighing yearsRe-sighing on my lips renunciativeThrough those infrequent smiles which fail to liveFor all thy adjurations? O my fears,That this can scarce be right! We are not peersSo to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,That givers of such gifts as mine are, mustBe counted with the ungenerous

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Aurora Leigh

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Book I I am like,They tell me, my dear father

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Doctor Fell

© Brown Tom

Doctor FellI do not love thee, Doctor Fell.The reason why, I cannot tell;But this I know, and know full well,I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.

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Opifex

© Brown Thomas Edward

As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries:--"Forbear!" and all my heaven with gloom enshrouds.

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My Garden

© Brown Thomas Edward

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool,Ferned grot-- The veriest school Of peace; and yet the foolContends that God is not--Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign; 'Tis very sure God walks in mine

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Six Years Later

© Joseph Brodsky

So long had life together been that nowthe second of January fell againon Tuesday, making her astonished browlift like a windshield wiper in the rain, so that her misty sadness cleared, and showed a cloudless distance waiting up the road

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The Testament of Beauty

© Robert Seymour Bridges

from Book I, Introduction

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We sat entwined an hour or two together

© Christopher John Brennan

We sat entwined an hour or two together(how long I know not) underneath pine-treesthat rustled ever in the soft spring weatherstirr'd by the sole suggestion of the breeze:

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Thersites

© Christopher John Brennan

"... still wars and lechery!"Troilus and Cressida

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Sweet silence after bells

© Christopher John Brennan

Sweet silence after bells!deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.