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Love's Wisdom  (by: Alfred Austin (1835 - 1913))
Now on the summit of Love's topmost peak
Kiss we and part; no further can we go:
And better death than we from high to low...
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Lullaby  (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967))
Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you;
Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams.
Wrapped in its perfumes, the darkness is holding you;
Starlight bespangles the way of your dreams.
Chorus the nightingales, wistfully amorous;
Blessedly quiet, the blare of the day.
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Madonna Of The Evening Flowers  (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925))
All day long I have been working,
Now I am tired
I call: "Where are you?"
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Madrigal  (by: William Alexander (1567 - 1640))
A fearful boldness takes my mind;
Sweet honey love with gall doth mix,
And is unjustly kind...
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Meeting At Night  (by: Robert Browning (1812 - 1889))
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep...
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In Love Poems Books

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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My Dream Of Love Is You  (by: Susan Polis Schutz)
In my dreams
I pictured a person
who was
intelligent, good-looking...
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My Love  (by: E.E. Cummings (1894 - 1962))
My love
Thy hair is one kingdom
The king whereof is darkness
Thy forehead is a flight of flowers
Thy head is a quick forest
Filled with sleeping birds...
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My Star  (by: Robert Browning (1812 - 1889))
All that I know
Of a certain star,
Is, it can throw...
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Night Piece To Julia, The  (by: Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674))
Let not the darke thee cumber;
What though the Moon does slumber?
The Starres of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like Tapers cleare without number.
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