Love Poems – Page 2387
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My Love is Like to Ice
My love is like to ice, and I to fire: / How come it then that this her cold is so great / Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, … -
My Maker — let me be
My Maker — let me be / Enamored most of thee — / But nearer this … -
My Mary
The twentieth year is wellnigh past / Since first our sky was overcast; / Ah, would that this might be the last! … -
My Maryland
The despot’s heel is on thy shore, / Maryland! / His torch is at thy temple door, … -
My Mother's Bible
This book is all that ’s left me now! / Tears will unbidden start,— / With faltering lip and throbbing brow … -
My Mother’s Picture
Out of Norfolk, the Gift of My Cousin, Ann Bodham / O THAT those lips had language! Life has passed / With me but roughly since I heard thee last. … -
My Native Land
It chanced to me upon a time to sail / Across the Southern ocean to and fro; / And, landing at fair isles, by stream and vale … -
My New World
my prow is tending toward the west, / Old voices growing faint, dear faces dim, / And all that I have loved the best … -
My nosegays are for Captives —
My nosegays are for Captives — / Dim — expectant eyes, / Fingers denied the plucking, … -
My November Guest
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, / Thinks these dark days of autumn rain / Are beautiful as days can be; …
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