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Lovesight  (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882))
When do I see thee most, beloved one?
When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
Before thy face, their altar, solemnize
The worship of that Love through thee made known?
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Lutea Allison  (by: Sir John Suckling (1609 - 1641))
You were not made to look on, though that be
A bliss too great for poor mortality:
In that alone those rarer parts you have
To better uses sure wise nature gave...
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Maid Of Neidpath, The  (by: Sir W. Scott)
Oh, lovers' eyes are sharp to see,
And lovers' ears in hearing...
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Mortal Enemy  (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967))
Let another cross his way-
She's the one will do the weeping!
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My Dear Mistress Has A Heart  (by: John Wilmot (1647 - 1680))
My dear mistress has a heart
Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When with love's resistless art,
And her eyes, she did enslave me...
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Bitter Love Poems Books

Not To Keep  (by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963))
They sent him back to her. The letter came
Saying … and she could have him. And before
She could be sure there was no hidden ill
Under the formal writing, he was in her sight—
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Pains of Love  (by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861))
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough...
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Pattern  (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967))
Leave me to my lonely pillow.
Go, and take your silly posies
Who has vowed to wear the willow
Looks a fool, tricked out in roses.
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Perfidy  (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930))
Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door,
And I lingered on the threshold with my hand
Upraised to knock and knock once more...
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Philosopher, The  (by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950))
And what are you that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many nights as there are days
With weeping for your sake?
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