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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 611. | I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair by Thomas Carew | | I do not love thee for that fair
Rich fan of thy most curious hair;
Though the wires thereof be drawn
Finer than threads of lawn,
And are softer t... |
| 612. | Mediocrity in Love Rejected by Thomas Carew | | Give me more love or more disdain;
The torrid, or the frozen zone,
Bring equal ease unto my pain;
The temperate affords me none;
Either extreme, ... |
| 613. | Boldness in Love by Thomas Carew | | Mark how the bashful morn in vain
Courts the amorous marigold,
With sighing blasts and weeping rain,
Yet she refuses to unfold.
But when the plane... |
| 614. | Song. Mediocrity in love rejected. by Thomas Carew | | GIVE me more love or more disdain ;
The torrid or the frozen zone
Bring equal ease unto my pain,
The temperate affords me none :
Either extrem... |
| 615. | Song: Eternity of Love Protested by Thomas Carew | | How ill doth he deserve a lover's name,
Whose pale weak flame
Cannot retain
His heat, in spite of absence or disdain;
But doth at once, like p... |
| 616. | To A. L. Persuasions to Love. by Thomas Carew | | THINK not, 'cause men flattering say
You're fresh as April, sweet as May,
Bright as is the morning star,
That you are so ; or, though you are,
Be ... |
| 617. | What Is Love? by Ernest Dowson | | What is Love?
Is it a folly,
Is it mirth, or melancholy?
Joys above,
Are there many, or not any?
What is Love?
If you please... |
| 618. | Summons To Love by William Drummond | | Phoebus, arise!
And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red:
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she may thy career with ros... |
| 619. | Love's Emblems by John Fletcher | | NOW the lusty spring is seen;
Golden yellow, gaudy blue,
Daintily invite the view:
Everywhere on every green
Roses blushing as they blow,
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| 620. | WHO'LL BUY GODS OF LOVE? by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | | OF all the beauteous wares
Exposed for sale at fairs,
None will give more delight
Than those that to your sight
From distant lands we bring.
Oh, ... |
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