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• Love: “Such a starved bank of moss”

  Such a starved bank of moss
  Till, that May morn,
  Blue ran the flash across: …

  Robert Browning

• Minstrels’ Marriage Song

  From “Œlla: A Tragical Interlude”
  First Minstrel.THE BUDDING floweret blushes at the light:
  The meads are sprinkled with the yellow hue; …

  Thomas Chatterton

• Summer Days

  IN summer, when the days were long,
  We walked together in the wood:
  Our heart was light, our steps were strong; …

  Wathen Marks Wilks Call

• “Fly to the desert, fly with me”

  Song of Nourmahal in “The Light of the Harem”
  “FLY to the desert, fly with me,
  Our Arab tents are rude for thee; …

  Thomas Moore

• To Fidessa

  From Fidessa
  TONGUE! never cease to sing Fidessa’s praise;
  Heart! howe’er she deserve, conceive the best; …

  Bartholomew Griffin

• Charlie Machree

  Come over, come over
  The river to me,
  If ye are my laddie, …

  William J. Hoppin

• Hope Deferred

  His hand at last! By his own fingers writ,
  I catch my name upon the wayworn sheet:
  His hand—oh, reach it to me quick! And yet, …

  Anonymous

• The Old Maid

  She gave her life to love. She never knew
  What other women give their all to gain.
  Others were fickle. She was passing true. …

  George Barlow

• The Loveliness of Love

  It is not Beauty I demand,
  A crystal brow, the moon’s despair,
  Nor the snow’s daughter, a white hand, …

  George Darley

• An Old Sweetheart of Mine

  As one who cons at evening o’er an album all alone,
  And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
  So I turn the leaves of fancy, till in shadowy design …

  James Whitcomb Riley

• “Let me not to the marriage of true minds”

  Sonnet Cxvi.
  let me not to the marriage of true minds
  Admit impediments: love is not love, …

  William Shakespeare

• Sonnets from the PortugueseVI. Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

  Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
  Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
  Alone upon the threshold of my door …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Sonnets from the PortugueseXIV. If thou must love me, let it be for naught

  If thou must love me, let it be for naught
  Except for love’s sake only. Do not say
  “I love her for her smile … her look … her way …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Sonnets from the PortugueseXVIII. I never gave a lock of hair away

  I Never gave a lock of hair away
  To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
  Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• 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

• 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

• 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

• 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

• 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

• 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

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