Love poems

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A Judgment In Heaven

© Francis Thompson

Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with his
splendid eyes;
Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to win to the Father of
Paradise,
Through the conscious and palpitant grasses * of inter-tangled
relucent dyes.

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St. Valentine's Day

© Edgar Albert Guest

Let loose the sails of love and let them fill
  With breezes sweet with tenderness to-day;
  Scorn not the praises youthful lovers say;
Romance is old, but it is lovely still.
  Not he who shows his love deserves the jeer,
  But he who speaks not what she longs to hear.

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The City Dead-House

© Walt Whitman

BY the City Dead-House, by the gate,

As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor,

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Thoughts on Predestination and Reprobation : Part III.

© John Byrom

Whereas, this Reprobation Doctrine, here,

Not only Sense and Reason would cashier;

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To A Young Lady, Who Was Fond Of Fortune-Telling

© Matthew Prior

You, Madam, may, with safety go

Decrees of destiny to know;

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The Purple Cow Parodies

© Carolyn Wells

I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.

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Her Going

© Eleanor Agnes Lee

The Wife
Child, why do you linger beside her portal?
None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor*
All is dark, hidden in heaviest leafage.
None shall behold you.

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Damon vs. Pythias

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Two better friends you wouldn't pass
Throughout a summer's day,
Than DAMON and his PYTHIAS, -
Two merchant princes they.

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Dance Of The Seasons

© Harriet Monroe

I—Spring

Allegro

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Sunny New South Wales

© Anonymous

We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth,

And each one thinks his native land the fairest spot on earth;

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The First School Day

© Alice Guerin Crist

We are saddling Don and Laddie,
Mid laughter, and fun and noise
And maybe, a sigh in passing
For vanished holiday joys.

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The Flower.

© Robert Crawford

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The flower in its own scent breathes till it dies
As if the scent its very birth-breath were
(As love is life's) which, while it occupies

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Loving Henry

© Robert Graves

Henry, Henry, do you love me?

Do I love you, Mary?

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The Dole Of The King's Daughter (Breton)

© Oscar Wilde

Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie.

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Alfred Tennyson

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Tears, idle tears! Ah, who shall bid us weep,
Now that thy lyre, O prophet, is unstrung?
What voice shall rouse the dull world from its sleep
And lead its requiem as when Grief was young,

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The Dreamer

© David MacDonald Ross

WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour  


 Their floods in Slumber Seas  

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Amaturus

© William Johnson Cory

Somewhere beneath the sun,

These quivering heart-strings prove it,

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The Knight And The Lady

© William Makepeace Thackeray

There's in the Vest a city pleasant
 To vich King Bladud gev his name,
And in that city there's a Crescent
 Vere dwelt a noble knight of fame.

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Sunday: New Guinea

© Karl Shapiro

The bugle sounds the measured call to prayers,
  The band starts bravely with a clarion hymn,
  From every side, singly, in groups, in pairs,
Each to his kind of service comes to worship Him.

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Her Violin

© Madison Julius Cawein

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  Her violin!--Again begin