Love Poems – Page 3114
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The Grand Ronde Valley
Ah me! I know how like a golden flower / The Grand Ronde valley lies this August night, / Locked in by dimpled hills where purple light … -
The Grape-Vine Swing
Lithe and long as the serpent train, / Springing and clinging from tree to tree, / Now darting upward, now down again, … -
The Grass
And even when it dies, to pass / In odors so divine, / As lowly spices gone to sleep, … -
The Grass so little has to do —
The Grass so little has to do — / A Sphere of simple Green — / With only Butterflies to brood … -
The Grasshopper
O THOU that swing'st upon the waving hair / Of some well-fillèd oaten beard, / Drunk every night with a delicious tear … -
The Grasshopper and Cricket
The Poetry of earth is never dead; / When all the birds are faint with the hot sun / And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run … -
The grave my little cottage is,
The grave my little cottage is, / Where "Keeping house" for thee / I make my parlor orderly … -
The Grave of Bonaparte
On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows / Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave, / The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows, … -
The Grave of Keats
Rid of the world’s injustice, and his pain, / He rests at last beneath God’s veil of blue: / Taken from life when life and love were new … -
The Grave of Love
I DUG, beneath the cypress shade, / What well might seem an elfin's grave; / And every pledge in earth I laid, …
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