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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 231. | My Love Was Warm by Robert Louis Stevenson | | MY love was warm; for that I crossed
The mountains and the sea,
Nor counted that endeavour lost
That gave my love to me.
If that indeed were lov... |
| 232. | Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green by Robert Louis Stevenson | | SMALL is the trust when love is green
In sap of early years;
A little thing steps in between
And kisses turn to tears.
Awhile - and see how love... |
| 233. | So Live, So Love, So Use That Fragile Hour by Robert Louis Stevenson | | SO live, so love, so use that fragile hour,
That when the dark hand of the shining power
Shall one from other, wife or husband, take,
The poor surv... |
| 234. | Still I Love To Rhyme by Robert Louis Stevenson | | STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander
Far from the commoner way;
Old-time trills and falls by the brook-side still do I ponder,
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| 235. | To All That Love The Far And Blue by Robert Louis Stevenson | | TO all that love the far and blue:
Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot
The fleeing corners ye pursue,
Nor weary of the vain pursuit;
Or whether dow... |
| 236. | Lovers by Siegfried Sassoon | | You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed;
But as you fall asleep I hear you say
Those... |
| 237. | The Imperfect Lover by Siegfried Sassoon | | I never asked you to be perfect—did I?—
Though often I’ve called you sweet, in the invasion
Of mastering love. I never prayed that you
Mig... |
| 238. | I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago by Charles Baudelaire | | I love the naked ages long ago
When statues were gilded by Apollo,
When men and women of agility
Could play without lies and anxiety,
And the ... |
| 239. | He Giveth His Beloved Sleep by Andrew Barton Paterson | | The long day passes with its load of sorrow:
In slumber deep
I lay me down to rest until tomorrow --
Thank God for sleep.
Thank God for all re... |
| 240. | Love Is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay | | Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and... |
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