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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 321. | Love's Supremacy by Ella Wheeler Wilcox> | | As yon great Sun in his supreme condition
Absorbs small worlds and makes them all his own,
So does my love absorb each vain ambition
Each outsid... |
| 322. | Love Preparing to Fly by Gerard Manley Hopkins> | | He play'd his wings as tho' for flight;
They webb'd the sky with glassy light.
His body sway'd upon tiptoes,
Like a wind-perplexed rose;
In edd... |
| 323. | To Him Who Ever Thought with Love of Me by Gerard Manley Hopkins> | | To him who ever thought with love of me
Or ever did for my sake some good deed
I will appear, looking such charity
And kind compassion, at his l... |
| 324. | Give All To Love by Ralph Waldo Emerson> | | Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the muse;
Nothing refuse.
'Tis a brave master,... |
| 325. | Celestial Love by Ralph Waldo Emerson> | | Higher far,
Upward, into the pure realm,
Over sun or star,
Over the flickering Dæmon film,
Thou must mount for love,—
Into vision which all fo... |
| 326. | Initial Love by Ralph Waldo Emerson> | | Venus, when her son was lost,
Cried him up and down the coast,
In hamlets, palaces, and parks,
And told the truant by his marks,
Golden curls, and... |
| 327. | Dæmonic Love by Ralph Waldo Emerson> | | Man was made of social earth,
Child and brother from his birth;
Tethered by a liquid cord
Of blood through veins of kindred poured,
Next his heart... |
| 328. | Give All to Love by Ralph Waldo Emerson> | | Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit and the Muse,
Nothing refuse.
'T is a brave mas... |
| 329. | Home And Love by Robert William Service> | | Just Home and Love! the words are small
Four little letters unto each;
And yet you will not find in all
The wide and gracious range of speech
Two ... |
| 330. | Book Lover by Robert William Service> | | I keep collecting books I know
I'll never, never read;
My wife and daughter tell me so,
And yet I never head.
"Please make me," says some wistful ... |
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