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The Looks of a Lover Enamoured Thou, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft, And find therein great cause of deep delight, Thy face is fair, thy skin is smooth and soft, Thy lips are sweet, thine eyes are clear and bright, And every part seems pleasant in my sight; Yet wote thou well, those... Poet: George Gasgione	To an Absent Lover That so much change should come when thou dost go, Is mystery that I cannot ravel quite. The very house seems dark as when the light Of lamps goes out. Each wonted thing doth grow So altered, that I wander to and fro Bewildered by the most familiar sight, And feel... Poet: Helen Hunt Jackson	If I Were Her Lover I If I were her lover, I'd wade through the clover Over the fields before The gate that leads to her door; Over the meadows, To wait, 'mid the shadows, The shadows that circle her door, For the heart of my heart and more. And there in the... Poet: Madison Julius Cawein	The Constant Lover Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on ‘t is, no... Poet: Sir John Suckling
Lover's Seat Im Abend sind wir steile grünbebuschte Dünenwege hingeschritten. Du ruhst an mich gedrängt. Die Kreideklippe schwingt ihr schimmerndes Gefieder über tiefem Meere. Hier, wo der Fels in jäher Todesgier ins Leere... Poet: Ernst Stadler	The Demon-Lover Scene. the terraced roof of ABSALOM’S house, by night; adorned with vases of flowers, and fragrant shrubs; an awning spread over part of it. TAMAR and HADAD. Tam. No, no, I well remember—proofs, you said, Unknown to Moses. Had. Well, my love, thou knowest... Poet: James Abraham Hillhouse	The Lover It is dark and lonesome here, Beneath the windy eaves:— The cold, cold ground my bed, My coverlet dead leaves, My only bedfellow The rain that wets my sleeves! If it be day, or night, I know not, cannot say, For I am like... Poet: Richard Henry Stoddard	The Lover's Song Lend me thy fillet, Love! I would no longer see: Cover mine eyelids close awhile, And make me blind like thee. Then might I pass her sunny face, And know not it was fair; Then might I hear her voice, nor guess Her starry eyes were... Poet: Edward Rowland Sill
Friend and Lover When psyche’s friend becomes her lover, How sweetly these conditions blend! But, oh, what anguish to discover Her lover has become—her friend! Poet: Mary Ainge De Vere	What My Lover Said By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom, In the orchard path he met me; In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume, And I tried to pass, but he made no room, Oh, I tried, but he would not let me. So I stood and blushed till the grass grew red,... Poet: Homer Greene