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• Sonnet: “Muses, that sing Love’s sensual empirie”

  Muses, that sing Love’s sensual empirie,
  And lovers kindling your enragèd fires
  At Cupid’s bonfires burning in the eye, …

  George Chapman

• Love’s Silence

  Because I breathe not love to everie one,
  Nor do not use set colors for to weare,
  Nor nourish special locks of vowèd haire, …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• When Will Love Come?

  Some find Love late, some find him soon,
  Some with the rose in May,
  Some with the nightingale in June, …

  Pakenham Beatty

• The Annoyer

  Love knoweth every form of air,
  And every shape of earth,
  And comes, unbidden, everywhere, …

  Nathaniel Parker Willis

• Three Loves

  There were three maidens who loved a king;
  They sat together beside the sea;
  One cried, “I love him, and I would die …

  Lucy Hamilton Jones Hooper

• “Love scorns degrees”

  From “The Mountain of the Lovers”
  LOVE scorns degrees; the low he lifteth high,
  The high he draweth down to that fair plain …

  Paul Hamilton Hayne

• Philomela’s Ode

  That She Sung in Her Arbor
  SITTING by a river’s side
  Where a silent stream did glide, …

  Robert Greene

• A Fiction

  Attributed to “A. W.”
  How Cupid Made a Nymph Wound Herself with His Arrow
  IT chanced of late a shepherd’s swain, …

  Anonymous

• Wishes for the Supposed Mistress

  Whoe’er she be,
  That not impossible She
  That shall command my heart and me: …

  Richard Crashaw

• A Match

  If love were what the rose is,
  And I were like the leaf,
  Our lives would grow together …

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

• My Choice

  Shall I tell you whom I love?
  Hearken then awhile to me;
  And if such a woman move …

  William Browne

• A Maiden’s Ideal of a Husband

  From “The Contrivances”
  GENTEEL in personage,
  Conduct, and equipage, …

  Henry Carey

• Rosalynd’s Complaint

  Love in my bosom, like a bee,
  Doth suck his sweet;
  Now with his wings he plays with me. …

  Thomas Lodge

• Cupid Swallowed

  Paraphrase from the Greek
  T’ OTHER day, as I was twining
  Roses for a crown to dine in, …

  Leigh Hunt

• “Greene grow the rashes O”

  Green grow the rashes O,
  Green grow the rashes O;
  The sweetest hours that e’er I spend …

  Robert Burns

• Perfume

  What gift for passionate lovers shall we find?
  Not flowers nor books of verse suffice for me,
  Nor splinters of the odorous cedar-tree, …

  Sir Edmund William Gosse

• Kate Temple’s Song

  Only a touch, and nothing more:
  Ah! but never so touched before!
  Touch of lip, was it? Touch of hand? …

  Sir James Carnegie, Earl of Southesk

• The First Kiss

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

  Thomas Campbell

• Athulf and Ethilda

  ATHULF.— Appeared
  The princess with that merry child Prince Guy:
  He loves me well, and made her stop and sit, …

  Sir Henry Taylor

• “Blest as the immortal gods”

  From the Greek by Ambrose Phillips
  BLEST as the immortal gods is he,
  The youth who fondly sits by thee, …

  Sappho

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