Love poems

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Sorrow And Joys

© George Meredith

Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise
As souls to the immortal skies,
And there look down like mothers' eyes.

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Hiram H. Benner

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHEN the war-drums beat and the trumpets blare,
When banners flaunt in the stormy air,
When at thought of the deeds that must soon be done,
The hearts of a thousand leap up as one,

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,
Across the meadows bare and brown,
The windows of the wayside inn
Gleamed red with fire-light through the leaves
Of woodbine, hanging from the eaves
Their crimson curtains rent and thin.

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Sonnet XL. From The Same.

© Charlotte Turner Smith

FAR on the sands, the low, retiring tide,
In distant murmurs hardly seems to flow;
And o'er the world of waters, blue and wide,
The sighing summer wind forgets to blow.

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Back and Side go Bare

© William Stevenson

  Back and side go bare, go bare,
  Both foot and hand go cold;
  But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
  Whether it be new or old.

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To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FOR HIS "JUBILAEUM" AT BERLIN, NOVEMBER 5, 1868

THOU who hast taught the teachers of mankind

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The Golden Legend: IV. The Road To Hirschau

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  _Elsie._ Onward and onward the highway runs
  to the distant city, impatiently bearing
Tidings of human joy and disaster, of love and of
  hate, of doing and daring!

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Nature

© Jones Very

The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by,

Because my feet find measure with its call;

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Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So?

© William Ernest Henley

Why, my heart, do we love her so?

(Geraldine, Geraldine!)

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Some Account Of A New Play

© Richard Harris Barham

Tavistock Hotel, Nov. 1839.
Dear Charles,
- In reply to your letter, and Fanny's,
Lord Brougham, it appears, isn't dead,- though Queen Anne is;
'Twas a 'plot' and a 'farce'- you hate farces, you say -
Take another 'plot,' then, viz. the plot of a Play.

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Beautiful-Bosomed, O Night

© Madison Julius Cawein

Who whisper in leaves and glimmer in blossoms and hover
In color and fragrance and loveliness, breathed from the deep
World-soul of the mother,
Nature; who over and over,-
Both sweetheart and lover,-
Goes singing her songs from one sweet month to the other.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 02 - Atomic Motions

© Lucretius

Now come: I will untangle for thy steps

Now by what motions the begetting bodies

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Spleen (III)

© Charles Baudelaire

Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux,
Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très vieux,
Qui, de ses précepteurs méprisant les courbettes,
S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres bêtes.

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Apart

© Madison Julius Cawein

While sunset burns and stars are few,
And roses scent the fading light,
And like a slim urn, dripping dew,
A spirit carries through the night,
  The pearl-pale moon hangs new,--
  I think of you, of you.

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Black Lizzie

© Henry Kendall

But let them pass! To right your wrong,
 Aspasia of the ardent South,
Your poet means to sing a song
 With some prolixity of mouth.

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Song Of Love’s Coming

© Arthur Symons

Love comes unawares
(In my arms sighing).
Ah me, the many cares
Between his birth and dying!

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The Nativity Of The Blessed Virgin Mary

© Alessandro Manzoni

  O'er the hills of the country, a went climbing one day,
  In the stillness a Nazarene carpenter's bride,
  A visit, unseen, to the cottage to pay
  Of a happy old wife in first pregnancy's pride.

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Don Juan: Canto The Fourth

© George Gordon Byron

Nothing so difficult as a beginning

In poesy, unless perhaps the end;

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Sonnet 47: What, Have I thus Betray'd

© Sir Philip Sidney

What, have I thus betray'd my liberty?
Can those black beams such burning marks engrave In my free side? or am I born a slave,
Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny?

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Good-Bye My Fancy!

© Walt Whitman


blended into one;
Then if we die we die together, (yes,we'll remain one,)
If we go anywhere we'll be better off and blither, and learn something,
May-be it is yourself now really ushering me