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Maidenhood  (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882))
Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet!
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Marriage Of True Minds  (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616))
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
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May Wind  (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933))
I SAID, "I have shut my heart
As one shuts an open door,
That Love may starve therein
And trouble me no more."
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Medusa  (by: Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963))
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs,
Eyes rolled by white sticks,
Ears cupping the sea's incoherences,
You house your unnerving head-God-ball,
Lens of mercies...
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Miller's Daughter, The  (by: Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892))
And I would be the girdle
About her dainty dainty waist,
And her heart would beat against me,
In sorrow and in rest...
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Love Description Poems Books

Misconceptions  (by: Robert Browning (1812 - 1889))
Oh, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
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Morning Song  (by: Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963))
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
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My Brother, My Friend  (by: Jill Lemming)
As a brother you have always been
so kind in every way...
so many times you’ve helped me
and brightened up my day.
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My Love Has Talk'd With Rocks And Trees  (by: Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892))
Their love has never past away;
The days she never can forget
Are earnest that he loves her yet,
Whate'er the faithless people say
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My Love Is Like To Ice  (by: Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599))
My love is like to ice, and I like fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire...
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