Love poems

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To A Lady Who Spoke Slightingly Of Poets

© Washington Allston

Oh, censure not the Poet's art,
Nor think it chills the feeling heart
 To love the gentle Muses.
Can that which in a stone or flower,
As if by transmigrating power,
 His gen'rous soul infuses;

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Sonnet 4: Virtue, Alas

© Sir Philip Sidney

Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest.
Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit.
If vain love have my simple soul oppress'd,
Leave what thou likest not, deal not thou with it.

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For The Sister’s Album

© John Kenyon

Soft lays, that dwell on lips and eyes.

  Long since with me have had their day;

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A Prayer

© Albert Durrant Watson

O THOU whose finger-tips,
  From out the unveiled universe around,
  Can touch my human lips
With harmonies beyond the range of sound;

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The Eighth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Alcimedon, on his Olympic Victory; Timosthenes, on his Nemean Victory; and Melesias, their Preceptor. ARGUMENT. Though this is called an Olympic Ode, the Poet does not confine himself to Alcimedon, who won the Prize in those Games, but celebrates his Brother Timosthenes, for his success at Nemea, and Melesias, their Instructor. The Ode opens with an invocation to the place where the Games were held. Pindar then, after praising Timosthenes for his early victory in the Nemean Games, mentions Alcimedon, and extols him for his dexterity and strength, his beauty, and his country Ægina; which he celebrates for it's hospitality, and for it's being under the government of the Dorians after the death of Æacus; on whom he has a long digression, giving an account of his assisting the Gods in the building of Troy. Then returning to his subject, he mentions Melesias as skilled himself in the Athletic Exercises, and therefore proper to instruct others; and, enumerating his Triumphs, congratulates him on the success of his Pupil Alcimedon; which, he says, will not only give satisfaction to his living Relations, but will delight the Ghosts of those deceased. The Poet then concludes with a wish for the prosperity of him and his family.

STROPHE I.

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To Ben Jonson Upon Occasion Of His Ode Of Defiance Annexed

© Thomas Carew

'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand

  Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand

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The Day Is Coming

© William Morris

Come hither lads and hearken,
for a tale there is to tell,
Of the wonderful days a-coming, when all
shall be better than well.

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To Night

© Arthur Symons

I have loved wind and light,
And the bright sea,
But, holy and most secret Night,
Not as I love and have loved thee.

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What Makes Summer?

© George MacDonald

Winter froze both brook and well;

Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;

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To Aurelio Saffi

© George MacDonald

To God and man be simply true;
Do as thou hast been wont to do;
Bring out thy treasures, old and new-
Mean all the same when said to you.

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A Rhapsody

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Oh fly not, Pleasure, pleasant--hearted Pleasure.
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay.
For my heart no measure
Knows nor other treasure
To buy a garland for my love to--day.

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The Touches Of Her Hand

© James Whitcomb Riley

The touches of her hands are like the fall
  Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down
The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;
The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp
  Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown
The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.

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Tale V

© George Crabbe

these,
All that on idle, ardent spirits seize;
Robbers at land and pirates on the main,
Enchanters foil'd, spells broken, giants slain;
Legends of love, with tales of halls and bowers,
Choice of rare songs, and garlands of choice

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Nightmare

© Conrad Aiken

I sit before the gold-embroidered curtain
And think her face is like a wrinkled desert.
The crystal burns in lamplight beneath my eyes.
A dragon slowly coils on the scaly curtain.
Upon a scarlet cloth a white skull lies.

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A Portrait

© Bliss William Carman

A. M. M.
BEHOLD her sitting in the sun
This lovely April morn,
As eager with the breath of life

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In A 'Bus.

© James Brunton Stephens

A QUARTER of a century agone,

Just such a face as this upon me shone,

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Song. "You ask why these mountains"

© Amelia Opie

YOU ask why these mountains delight me no more,
And why lovely Clwyd's attractions are o'er;
Ah! have you not heard, then, the cause of my pain?
The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of the plain,
We never, no never, shall gaze on again!

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Otherside

© Henry Lawson

SOMEWHERE in the mystic future, on the road to Paradise,
There’s a very pleasant country that I’ve dreamed of once or twice,
It has inland towns, and cities by the ocean’s rocky shelves,
But the people of the country differ somewhat from ourselves;
It is many leagues beyond us, and they call it Otherside.
And there is among its people more Humanity than Pride.

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Lucy

© William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
  Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise
  And very few to love:

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Ennui

© Lord Alfred Douglas

Alas! and oh that Spring should come again
Upon the soft wings of desired days,
And bring with her no anodyne to pain,
And no discernment of untroubled ways.