Love Poems – Page 3499
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Whilst it is prime
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, / In whose cote-armour richly are displayd / All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring, … -
White as an Indian Pipe
White as an Indian Pipe / Red as a Cardinal Flower / Fabulous as a Moon at Noon … -
White Azaleas
Azaleas—whitest of white! / White as the drifted snow / Fresh-fallen out of the night, … -
White Roses
There was a rose-tree grew so high / And white with all its seven roses, / It seemed a cloud ’twixt earth and sky. … -
Whither
Whither leads this pathway, little one?— / It runs just on and on, is never done. / Whither leads this pathway, mistress fair?— … -
Whittier
His fourscore years and five / Are gone, like a tale that is told. / The quick tears start, there ’s an ache at the heart, … -
Whittling
A National Portrait / THE YANKEE boy, before he ’s sent to school, / Well knows the mysteries of that magic tool, … -
Who abdicated Ambush
Who abdicated Ambush / And went the way of Dusk, / And now against his subtle Name … -
Who Court obtain within Himself
Who Court obtain within Himself / Sees every Man a King — / And Poverty of Monarchy … -
Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?
From “Hero and Leander” / It lies not in our power to love or hate, / For will in us is over-ruled by fate. …
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