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• Freedom and Love

  How delicious is the winning
  Of a kiss at love's beginning,
  When two mutual hearts are sighing …

  Thomas Campbell

• Love in a Life

  Room after room,
  I hunt the house through
  We inhabit together. …

  Robert Browning

• The Last Ride Together

  I said--Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
  Since now at length my fate I know,
  Since nothing all my love avails, …

  Robert Browning

• 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, …

  Edmund Spenser

• Tell Me No More

  Tell me no more how fair she is,
  I have no minde to hear
  The story of that distant bliss …

  Henry King, Bishop of Chichester

• Annie Laurie

  Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
  Where early falls the dew
  And 'twas there that Annie Laurie …

  William Douglas

• Love Me Not for Comely Grace

  Love me not for comely grace
  For my pleasing eye or face,
  Nor for any outward part, …

  John Wilbye

• The Constant Lover

  Out upon it, I have loved
  Three whole days together!
  And am like to love three more, …

  Sir John Suckling

• Last

  Friend, whose smile has come to be
  Very precious unto me,
  Though I know I drank not first …

  Elizabeth Akers Allen

• Prelude

  How could I love you more?
  I would give up
  Even that beauty I have loved too well …

  Richard Aldington

• Love Not

  Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay!
  Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers—
  Things that are made to fade and fall away …

  Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

• Under the Harvest Moon

  Under the harvest moon,
  When the soft silver
  Drips shimmering …

  Carl Sandburg

• Farewell to Love

  Since there’s not help, come let us kiss and part;
  Nay, I am done, you get no more of me;
  And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, …

  Michael Drayton

• Desideria

  Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
  I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
  But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb, …

  William Wordsworth

• To a Butterfly

  I’ve watched you now a full half-hour,
  Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
  And, little Butterfly! indeed …

  William Wordsworth

• O Mistress Mine

  O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
  O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming
  That can sing both high and low; …

  William Shakespeare

• When, Dearest, I but Think of Thee

  When, dearest, I but think of thee,
  Methinks all things that lovely be
  Are present, and my soul delighted: …

  Sir John Suckling

• The Indian Serenade

  I arise from dreams of thee
  In the first sweet sleep of night,
  When the winds are breathing low, …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• A Time to Talk

  When a friend calls to me from the road
  And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
  I don’t stand still and look around …

  Robert Frost

• Sonnet CIV

  To me, fair friend, you never can be old
  For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,
  Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold …

  William Shakespeare

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