Love poems

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Memorial Day

© Edgar Albert Guest

There are new graves for our roses

In God's acres where we stand,

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340. Song—Thou Fair Eliza

© Robert Burns

TURN again, thou fair Eliza!
Ae kind blink before we part;
Rue on thy despairing lover,
Can’st thou break his faithfu’ heart?

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Incommunicado

© Sylvia Plath

The groundhog on the mountain did not run

But fatly scuttled into the splayed fern

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537. Song—O bonie was yon rosy Brier

© Robert Burns

O BONIE was yon rosy brier,
That blooms sae far frae haunt o’ man;
And bonie she, and ah, how dear!
It shaded frae the e’enin sun.

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482. Song—Pretty Peg, my dearie

© Robert Burns

AS I gaed up by yon gate-end,
When day was waxin’ weary,
Wha did I meet come down the street,
But pretty Peg, my dearie!

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401. Song—Meg o’ the Mill

© Robert Burns

O KEN ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten,
An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten?
She gotten a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller,
And broken the heart o’ the barley Miller.

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My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity on

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile
's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather - as skies
Betweenpie mountains - lights a lovely mile.

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A Christmas Carmen

© John Greenleaf Whittier

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Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands,

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199. Song—My Peggy’s Charms

© Robert Burns

MY Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form,
The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggy’s worth, my Peggy’s mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.

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184. Song—The Birks of Aberfeldy

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Bonie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonie lassie, will ye go
To the birks of Aberfeldy!

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146. Address to Edinburgh

© Robert Burns

EDINA! Scotia’s darling seat!
All hail thy palaces and tow’rs,
Where once, beneath a Monarch’s feet,
Sat Legislation’s sov’reign pow’rs:

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How shall I tell my fall? The life of man
Is but a tale of tumbles, this way thrown
At his beginning by mere haste of plan
In the first gaping ditch with flowers o'ergrown;

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377. Song—The Country Lass

© Robert Burns

IN simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wav’d green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white o’er the lea
And roses blaw in ilka beild!

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277. Song—My Eppie Adair

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—An’ O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie,
Wha wad na be happy wi’ Eppie Adair?

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483. Esteem for Chloris

© Robert Burns

AH, Chloris, since it may not be,
That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.

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460. Song—The Lovely Lass o’ Inverness

© Robert Burns

THE LOVELY lass o’ Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For, e’en to morn she cries, alas!
And aye the saut tear blin’s her e’e.

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532. Song—Their groves o’ sweet myrtle

© Robert Burns

THEIR groves o’ sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon,
Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan,
Wi’ the burn stealing under the lang, yellow broom.

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Earth-Bound

© Alfred Noyes

Ghosts? Love would fain believe,
  Earth being so fair, the dead might wish to return!
  Is it so strange if, even in heaven, they yearn
  For the May-time and the dreams it used to give?

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531. Song—’Twas na her bonie blue e’e

© Robert Burns

’TWAS na her bonie blue e’e was my ruin,
Fair tho’ she be, that was ne’er my undoin’;
’Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,
’Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o’ kindness:
’Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o’ kindness.

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449. Song—The Flowery banks of Cree

© Robert Burns

HERE is the glen, and here the bower
All underneath the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?