Love poems

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Consumption

© William Cullen Bryant

Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine
Too brightly to shine long; another Spring
Shall deck her for men's eyes---but not for thine---
Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening.

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Faith in God

© Henry Kendall

HAVE faith in God. For whosoever lists
  To calm conviction in these days of strife,
Will learn that in this steadfast stand exists
  The scholarship severe of human life.

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The Constellations

© William Cullen Bryant

O constellations of the early night,
That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,
And made the darkness glorious! I have seen
Your rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge,

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After a Tempest

© William Cullen Bryant

The day had been a day of wind and storm;--
The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,--
And stooping from the zenith, bright and warm
Shone the great sun on the wide earth at last.

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Lines Left Upon The Seat Of A Yew-Tree,

© William Wordsworth

which stands near the lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate part of the shore, commanding a  beautiful prospect.
NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb?

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A Song of Pitcairn's Island

© William Cullen Bryant

I knew thy meaning--thou didst praise
My eyes, my locks of jet;
Ah! well for me they won thy gaze,--
But thine were fairer yet!

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In The Waste Hour

© William Ernest Henley

Nay, there were we,
Her five strong sons!
To her Death came--the great Deliverer came! -
As equal comes to equal, throne to throne.
She was a mother of men.

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Life And death

© William Baylebridge

This world is driven by two contending powers-

Love, that coerceth Heaven to dwell with dust,

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Untitled 7

© Owen Suffolk

Fame surrounds us with a glory,

Dazzling as the noon-day sun,

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470. Song—She says she loes me best of a’

© Robert Burns

SAE flaxen were her ringlets,
Her eyebrows of a darker hue,
Bewitchingly o’er-arching
Twa laughing e’en o’ lovely blue;

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491. Song—Lassie wi’ the Lint-white Locks

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Lassie wi’the lint-white locks,
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou wi’ me tent the flocks,
Wilt thou be my Dearie, O?

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81. Song—For a’ that

© Robert Burns

THO’ 1 women’s minds, like winter winds,
May shift, and turn, an’ a’ that,
The noblest breast adores them maist—
A consequence I draw that.

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The Horse & Olive Or Warr & Peace

© Thomas Parnell

With Moral tale let Ancient wisdome move

Which thus I sing to make ye moderns wise

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476. Epigram on the same Laird’s Country Seat

© Robert Burns

WE grant they’re thine, those beauties all,
So lovely in our eye;
Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness,
For others to enjoy!

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From “Torrismond” - In A Garden By Moonlight

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Veronica. COME then, a song; a winding gentle song,  

To lead me into sleep. Let it be low  

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516. Song—I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town

© Robert Burns

Chorus—I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town,
And by yon garden-green again;
I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town,
And see my bonie Jean again.

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236. Song—I Reign in Jeanie’s Bosom

© Robert Burns

LOUIS, what reck I by thee,
Or Geordie on his ocean?
Dyvor, beggar louns to me,
I reign in Jeanie’s bosom!

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October 21, 1905

© George Meredith

The hundred years have passed, and he

Whose name appeased a nation's fears,

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131. Song—Willie Chalmers

© Robert Burns

WI’ braw new branks in mickle pride,
And eke a braw new brechan,
My Pegasus I’m got astride,
And up Parnassus pechin;