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• My lady's presence makes the roses red

  My lady's presence makes the roses red,
  Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
  The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became, …

  Henry Constable

• Jenny Kissed Me

  Jenny kissed me when we met,
  Jumping from the chair she sat in.
  Time, you thief, who love to get …

  Leigh Hunt

• The Lost Thrill

  I grow so weary, someway, of all things
  That love and loving have vouchsafed to me,
  Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ecstasy …

  James Whitcomb Riley

• First Love

  I ne'er was struck before that hour
  With love so sudden and so sweet.
  Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower …

  John Clare

• Song [Secret Love]

  I hid my love when young while I
  Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
  I hid my love to my despite …

  John Clare

• A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

  As virtuous men pass mildly away,
  And whisper to their souls to go,
  Whilst some of their sad friends do say, …

  John Donne

• Song: Sweetest love I do not go . . .

  Sweetest love, I do not go,
  For weariness of thee,
  Nor in hope the world can show …

  John Donne

• The Bait

  Come live with me, and be my love,
  And we will some new pleasures prove
  Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, …

  John Donne

• O love me truly!

  You say you love; but with a voice
  Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
  The soft vespers to herself …

  John Keats

• Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast as Thou Art

  Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
  Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
  And watching, with eternal lids apart, …

  John Keats

• Love Not Me

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

  John Wilbye

• If I Were Her Lover

  I
  If I were her lover,
  I'd wade through the clover …

  Madison Julius Cawein

• Longing

  Come to me in my dreams, and then
  By day I shall be well again!
  For then the night will more than pay …

  Matthew Arnold

• To His Coy Love

  I pray thee, leave, love me no more,
  Call home the heart you gave me!
  I but in vain that saint adore …

  Michael Drayton

• To Harriet

  Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
  Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?
  Whose is the warm and partial praise, …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Love's Philosophy

  The fountains mingle with the river
  And the rivers with the ocean,
  The winds of heaven mix for ever …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• I loved her for that she was beautiful

  I loved her for that she was beautiful;
  And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature,
  And all varieties of things in one: …

  Philip James Bailey

• Give All to Love

  Give all to love;
  Obey thy heart;
  Friends, kindred, days, …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

  Amarantha sweet and fair
  Ah braid no more that shining hair!
  As my curious hand or eye …

  Richard Lovelace

• I Have Loved Flowers That Fade

  I have loved flowers that fade,
  Within whose magic tents
  Rich hues have marriage made …

  Robert Bridges

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