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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 191. | You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry by Robert Browning | | You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry
Your love's protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April's sowing.
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| 192. | A Lovers' Quarrel by Robert Browning | | I.
Oh, what a dawn of day!
How the March sun feels like May!
All is blue again
After last night's rain,
And the South dries the hawthorn-spray.... |
| 193. | One Way Of Love by Robert Browning | | All June I bound the rose in sheaves.
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves
And strew them where Pauline may pass.
She will not turn aside? Alas!
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| 194. | Another Way Of Love by Robert Browning | | I.
June was not over
Though past the fall,
And the best of her roses
Had yet to blow,
When a man I know
(But shall not discover,
Since ears a... |
| 195. | The Glove by Robert Browning | | (PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.)
``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis,
``Distance all value enhances!
``When a man's busy, why, leisure
``Strikes ... |
| 196. | Man I Am and Man Would Be, Love by Robert Browning | | Man I am and man would be, Love--merest man and nothing more.
Bid me seem no other! Eagles boast of pinions--let them soar!
I may put forth angel'... |
| 197. | Sex Without Love by Sharon Olds | | How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooke... |
| 198. | If I Were Tickled By the Rub of Love by Dylan Thomas | | If I were tickled by the rub of love,
A rooking girl who stole me for her side,
Broke through her straws, breaking my bandaged string,
If the red t... |
| 199. | Love In The Asylum by Dylan Thomas | | A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door wi... |
| 200. | From Love's First Fever To Her Plague by Dylan Thomas | | From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second
And to the hollow minute of the womb,
From the unfolding to the scissored caul,
The tim... |
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