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• Life in a Love

  Escape me?
  Never—
  Beloved! …

  Robert Browning

• Two in the Campagna

  I wonder do you feel today
  As I have felt since, hand in hand,
  We sat down on the grass, to stray …

  Robert Browning

• Meeting at Night

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  The gray sea and the long black land;
  And the yellow half-moon large and low; …

  Robert Browning

• A Red, Red Rose

  O my Luve's like a red, red rose
  That's newly sprung in June:
  O my Luve's like the melodie …

  Robert Burns

• To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything

  Bid me to live, and I will live
  Thy Protestant to be;
  Or bid me love, and I will give …

  Robert Herrick

• Upon Julia's Clothes

  Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
  Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
  The liquefaction of her clothes. …

  Robert Herrick

• The Presence of Love

  And in Life's noisiest hour,
  There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
  The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Evening Song

  Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
  And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea;
  How long they kiss in sight of all the lands, …

  Sidney Lanier

• Dear, I to thee this diamond commend

  Dear, I to thee this diamond commend,
  In which a model of thyself I send.
  How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth, …

  Sir John Harrington

• from Astrophil and Stella

  Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face,
  Prepar'd by Nature's choicest furniture,
  Hath his front built of alabaster pure; …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd

  If all the world and love were young,
  And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
  These pretty pleasures might me move …

  Sir Walter Raleigh

• Ah, God, the way your little finger moved

  Ah, God, the way your little finger moved
  As you thrust a bare arm backward
  And made play with your hair …

  Stephen Crane

• Remembrance

  Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
  Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
  Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, …

  Emily Bronte

• The Going

  Why did you give no hint that night
  That quickly after the morrow's dawn,
  And calmly, as if indifferent quite, …

  Thomas Hardy

• He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

  Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
  Enwrought with golden and silver light,
  The blue and the dim and the dark cloths …

  William Butler Yeats

• When You Are Old

  When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
  And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
  And slowly read, and dream of the soft look …

  William Butler Yeats

• from I Sing the Body Electric

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  I sing the body electric,
  The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, …

  Walt Whitman

• Love's Secret

  Never seek to tell thy love,
  Love that never told can be;
  For the gentle wind doth move …

  William Blake

• Song

  For her gait if she be walking,
  Be she sitting I desire her
  For her state's sake, and admire her …

  William Browne

• To a Young Lady

  Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
  Apt emblem of a virtuous maid!
  Silent and chaste she steals along, …

  William Cowper

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