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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 561. | Love and Sleep by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, wi... |
| 562. | Dead Love by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark,
White as a dead stark-stricken dove:
None that pass by him pause to mark
Dead love.
His heart, that str... |
| 563. | Love Lies Bleeding by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:
Love lies b... |
| 564. | Wasted Love by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | What shall be done for sorrow
With love whose race is run?
Where help is none to borrow,
What shall be done?
In vain his hands have spun
The we... |
| 565. | Love In A Mist by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon misguided,
Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist,
Seems vainly to seek for a star whose gle... |
| 566. | So sweet love seemed that April morn by Robert Seymour Bridges | | So sweet love seemed that April morn,
When first we kissed beside the thorn,
So strangely sweet, it was not strange
We thought that love could neve... |
| 567. | The Growth of Love by Robert Seymour Bridges | | 1
They that in play can do the thing they would,
Having an instinct throned in reason's place,
--And every perfect action hath the grace
Of indole... |
| 568. | Not Love Perhaps by A. S. J. Tessimond | | This is not Love, perhaps,
Love that lays down its life,
that many waters cannot quench,
nor the floods drown,
But something written in lighte... |
| 569. | Black Morning Lovesong by A. S. J. Tessimond | | In love's dances, in love's dances
One retreats and one advances,
One grows warmer and one colder,
One more hesitant, one bolder.
One gives what t... |
| 570. | Unlyric Love Song by A. S. J. Tessimond | | It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first:
To offer you now at last my least and my worst:
Minor, absurd preserves,
The shell's ... |
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