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Love Is Enough

Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover …

William Morris
Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds, …

William Shakespeare
Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, …

William Shakespeare
Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; …

William Shakespeare
She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
Maid whom there were none to praise …

William Wordsworth
I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears …

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Lochinvar

OH! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none. …

Sir Walter Scott
The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird …

Sara Teasdale
Love Me

Brown-thrush singing all day long
In the leaves above me,
Take my love this April song, …

Sara Teasdale
Love-Free

I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,
Glad to forget all of the passion of April …

Sara Teasdale
Believe Me, If All These Endearing Young Charms

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms …

Thomas Moore
At the Mid Hour of Night

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air, …

Thomas Moore
Heart, We Will Forget Him!

Heart, we will forget him!
You an I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave, …

Emily Dickinson
Proud of My Broken Heart

Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, …

Emily Dickinson
To Lose Thee

To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitute …

Emily Dickinson
It's All I Have to Bring Today

It's all I have to bring today--
This, and my heart beside--
This, and my heart, and all the fields-- …

Emily Dickinson
It's Such a Little Thing

It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these …

Emily Dickinson
Love In a Dairy

Of all the spots for making love,
Give me a shady dairy,
With crimson tiles, and blushing smiles …

Isabella Valancy Crawford
Late Loved--Well Loved

He stood beside her in the dawn--
And she his Dawn and she his Spring.
From her bright palm she fed her fawn, …

Isabella Valancy Crawford
Lucy

Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone, …

William Wordsworth