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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 481. | Lovest Thou Me? by William Cowper | | (John, xxi.16)
Hark my soul! it is the Lord;
'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks and speaks to thee,
"Say poor sinner, lovst thou me?
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| 482. | Seeking the Beloved by William Cowper | | To those who love the Lord I speak;
Is my Beloved near?
The Bridegroom of my soul I seek,
Oh! when will He appear?
Though once a man of grief an... |
| 483. | Making Love To Concrete by Audre Lorde | | An upright abutment in the mouth
of the Willis Avenue bridge
a beige Honda leaps the divider
like a steel gazelle inescapable
sleek leather boots ... |
| 484. | Love in the Valley by George Meredith | | Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward,
Couched with her arms behind her golden head,
Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,
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| 485. | Love's Grave by George Meredith | | MARK where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like,
Its skeleton shadow on the broad-back'd wave!
Here is a fitting spot to dig Love's grave;
Here... |
| 486. | Modern Love I: By This He Knew She Wept by George Meredith | | By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
The strange low sobs that shook their common bed
Were call... |
| 487. | Modern Love II: It Ended, and the Morrow by George Meredith | | It ended, and the morrow brought the task.
Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in
By shutting all too zealous for their sin:
Each sucked a sec... |
| 488. | Modern Love III: This Was the Woman by George Meredith | | This was the woman; what now of the man?
But pass him. If he comes beneath a heel,
He shall be crushed until he cannot feel,
Or, being callous, ... |
| 489. | Modern Love IV: All Other Joys of Life by George Meredith | | All other joys of life he strove to warm,
And magnify, and catch them to his lip:
But they had suffered shipwreck with the ship,
And gazed upon ... |
| 490. | Modern Love IX: He Felt the Wild Beast by George Meredith | | He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles
So masterfully rude, that he would grieve
To see the helpless delicate thing receive
His guardianshi... |
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