Love poems

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On The Death Of W. C.

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Thou arrant robber, Death!
  Couldst thou not find
  Some lesser one than he
  To rob of breath,--
  Some poorer mind
  Thy prey to be?

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Orstralia

© Spike Milligan

Orstralia – Orstralia

We think of you each day

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The Pierrot Of The Minute

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

_A glade in the Parc due Petit Trianon. In the centre a Doric temple with
steps coming down the stage. On the left a little Cupid on a pedestal.
Twilight._

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After All Is Said And Done

© Edgar Albert Guest

AFTER all is said and done,

After all the work and fun,

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In Egypt.

© Robert Crawford

Speak softly, wake her not! We all must die.
This is a sleep that wraps her in secure
From Caesar's luck. Yet is that veiny bosom
Warm where now love's despair wrought life's undoing,

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Ode To a Young Lady

© John Logan

Maria, bright with beauty's glow,
In conscious gayety you go
The pride of all the park:
Attracted groups in silence gaze
And soft behind you hear the praise,
And whisper of the spark.

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Old Dwarf Heart

© Anne Sexton

True.  All too true.  I have never been at home in
life.  All my decay has taken place upon a child.
Henderson the Rain King, by Saul Bellow

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Love

© Edgar Albert Guest

Truth went forth on a search one day
I For the source of love that he might say
He had found its depth and its breadth for aye.

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Song. "I am wearing away"

© Amelia Opie

I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.

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Columbus Park by Anne Pierson Wiese: American Life in Poetry #130 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200

© Ted Kooser

A number of American poets are adept at describing places and the people who inhabit them. Galway Kinnell's great poem, “The Avenue Bearing the Initial of Christ into the New Worldâ€? is one of those masterpieces, and there are many others. Here Anne Pierson Wiese, winner of the Walt Whitman Award from the Academy of American Poets, adds to that tradition.


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Eclogue the Fourth Agib

© William Taylor Collins

In vain Circassia boasts her spicy groves,
For ever famed for pure and happy loves;
In vain she boasts her fairest of the fair,
Their eyes' blue languish and their golden hair!
Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send;
Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend.

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To A Lost Love

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies
  Betwixt our separate ways;
  For vainly my heart prays,
  Hope droops her head and dies;
  I see the sad, tired answer in your eyes.

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The World

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair:

 But all night as the moon so changeth she;

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Before Exile

© Louise Mack

HERE is my last good-bye,  


 This side the sea.  

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The Ballad of the Elder Son

© Henry Lawson

A son of elder sons I am,

  Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,

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Wollongong

© Henry Kendall

Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the time

When we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's golden prime;

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Orlando Furioso Canto 3

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT


Restored to sense, the beauteous Bradamant

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Life's Eden.

© Robert Crawford

'Tis in sooth life's Eden,
We within it;
Love put all the seed in
To begin it,

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The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

‘Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb

Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,

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Ode, Written in a Visit to the Country in Autumn

© John Logan

'Tis past! no more the Summer blooms!

Ascending in the rear,