Love poems

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In Our Boat

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Stars trembling o'er us and sunset before us,
Mountains in shadow and forests asleep;
Down the dim river we float on forever,
Speak not, ah, breathe not - there's peace on the deep.

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Patriotism 2: Nelson, Pitt, Fox

© Sir Walter Scott

TO mute and to material things

New life revolving summer brings;

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Father O'Callaghan

© William Percy French

Father Cornelius O'Callaghan,

To most of us Father Con —

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Tumi Sandhyar Meghamala - You Are A Cluster Of Clouds - Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

You are a cluster of clouds of the evening sky
I have sought only you all my life
It is you who fills my empty sky
I have made you with the sweet fancies of my mind
You are mine, you are mine
O you wanderer of my boundless sky.

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"You would have understood me, had you waited"

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

You would have understood me, had you waited;
  I could have loved you, dear! as well as he:
  Had we not been impatient, dear! and fated
  Always to disagree.

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Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale

© Oliver Goldsmith

CHORUS. -- AFFETTUOSO. -- LARGO.
Ye shady walks, ye waving greens,
Ye nodding towers, ye fairy scenes --
Let all your echoes now deplore 
That she who form'd your beauties is no more.

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The Old Towers Of Mount Royal, Or Ville Marie

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

On proud Mount Royal’s Eastern side,

In view of St. Lawrence’s silver tide,

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Missing

© Anonymous

In the cool, sweet hush of a wooded nook,

  Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,

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Hymn: Thou Hidden Love of God

© John Wesley

Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
 Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows,
 I see from far thy beauteous light,
 Inly I sigh for thy repose;
 My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
 At rest, till it finds rest in thee.

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An Evening Walk

© William Wordsworth

Addressed To A Young Lady

FAR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove

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Home, Wounded

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Wheel me into the sunshine,
Wheel me into the shadow,
There must be leaves on the woodbine,
Is the king-cup crowned in the meadow?

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The Broken Appointment

© John Kenyon

I sought at morn the beechen bower.

  Thy verdant grot;

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The Men Who Sleep With Danger

© Henry Lawson

The men who camp with Danger

Are mostly quiet men:

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De Amore

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

Shall one be sorrowful because of love,

  Which hath no earthly crown,

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The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head

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Too Young For Love

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Too young for love?
Ah, say not so,
To practise all love learned in May.
June soon will come with lengthened day
While daisies bloom and tulips glow!

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Christmas, 1884

© George MacDonald

Though in my heart no Christmas glee,
Though my song-bird be dumb,
Jesus, it is enough for me
That thou art come.

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Satyr II. To T:--- M.---y. On Law.

© Thomas Parnell

That angry Justice to her heaven went
There seems not so confessd an argument,
As Lawyers thriving in her name below,
When were she here again, again she'd go.
Thus courtiers, if a Kings from care wthdrawn,
Rise without meritt, & with fraud rule on.

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Said The West Wind

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings,
  My misty wings, so high above her breast
  That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts,
  And waters breathe no whispers to the shores?

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At The Last Watch

© Rabindranath Tagore

Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
  If there were time, I thought,
  You might come back from the station to look for it,
  But not because
  You had not seen me before going away.