Love Poems – Page 2646

Sonnets from the PortugueseXXI. Say over again, and yet once over again

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem a “cuckoo-song,” as thou dost treat it, …

Elizabeth Barrett Browning English
Sonnets from the PortugueseXXVIII. My letters! all dead paper,… mute and white!

My letters! all dead paper,… mute and white!—
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string …

Elizabeth Barrett Browning English
Sonnets from the PortugueseXXXV. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss …

Elizabeth Barrett Browning English
Sonnets from the PortugueseXXXVIII. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And, ever since, it grew more clean and white, …

Elizabeth Barrett Browning English
Sonnets from the PortugueseXLIII. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight …

Elizabeth Barrett Browning English
SonnetsI. “My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die”

My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die;
Albeit I ask no fairer life than this,
Whose numbering-clock is still thy gentle kiss, …

James Russell Lowell English
SonnetsII. “Our love is not a fading, earthly flower”

Our love is not a fading, earthly flower:
Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,
And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower, …

James Russell Lowell English
SonnetsIII. “I thought our love at full, but I did err”

I Thought our love at full, but I did err;
Joy’s wreath drooped o’er mine eyes; I could not see
That sorrow in our happy world must be …

James Russell Lowell English
Adam Describing Eve

From “Paradise Lost,” Book VIII.
MINE eyes he closed, but open left the cell
Of fancy, my internal sight, by which …

John Milton English
Adam to Eve

From “Paradise Lost,” Book IX.
O FAIREST of creation, last and best
Of all God’s works, creature in whom excelled …

John Milton English