Love poems

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Tis Eve On The Hillside

© Mihai Eminescu

'Tis eve on the hillside, the bagpipes are distantly wailing,
Flocks going homewards, and stars o'er the firmament sailing,
Sound of the bubbling spring sorrow's legend narrating,
And beneath a tall willow for me, dear one, you are waiting.

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The Tale Of The Forest

© Mihai Eminescu

Mighty emperor is the forest,
High dominion does he wield,
And a thousand races prosper
'Neath the shelter of his shield.

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The Murmur Of The Forest

© Mihai Eminescu

On the pond bright sparks are falling,
Wavelets in the sunlight glisten ;
Gazing on the woods with rapture ,
Do I let my spirit capture
Drowsiness, and lie and listen...
Quails are calling.

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O Mother...

© Mihai Eminescu

O mother, darling mother, lost in time's formless haze
Amidst the leaves' sweet rustle you call my name always;
Amidst their fluttering murmur above your sacred grave
I hear you softly whisper whene'er the branches wave;
While o'er your tomb the willows their autumn raiment heap...
For ever wave the branches, and you for ever sleep.

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Mortua Est

© Mihai Eminescu

Two candles, tall sentry, beside an earth mound,
A dream with wings broken that trail to the ground,
Loud flung from the belfry calamitous chime...
'Tis thus that you passed o'er the bound'ries of time.

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Longing

© Mihai Eminescu

Come to the forest spring where wavelets
Trembling o'er the pebbles glide
And the drooping willow branches
Its secluded threshold hide.

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Evening Star

© Mihai Eminescu

There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.

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0 Remain, Dear One...

© Mihai Eminescu

"O remain, dear one, I love you,
Stay with me in my fair land,
For your dreamings and longings
Only I can understand.

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Sacrifice

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

THOUGH love repine and reason chafe
There came a voice without reply ¡ª
'T is man's perdition to be safe,
When for the truth he ought to die.

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Ode to W. H. Channing

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honied thought
For the priest's cant,
Or statesman's rant.

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Troilus And Cressida

© John Dryden

Can life be a blessing,

Or worth the possessing,

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Idea XXXVII: Dear, why should you command me to my rest

© Michael Drayton

Dear, why should you command me to my rest

When now the night doth summon all to sleep?

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That Time and Absence proves Rather helps than hurts to loves

© John Donne

ABSENCE hear thou my protestation
Against thy strength
Distance and length:
Do what thou canst for alteration
For hearts of truest mettle 5
Absence doth join and Time doth settle.

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Dickinson Poems by Number

© Emily Dickinson

One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

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Summer

© John Clare

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,

For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,

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An A.b.c

© Geoffrey Chaucer

AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet

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The Triumph Of Achilles

© Paul Celan

In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they wore
the same armor.

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401. Song-Meg o’ the Mill

© Robert Burns

O KEN ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten,
An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten?
She gotten a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller,
And broken the heart o’ the barley Miller.

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400. Song-Lovely young Jessie

© Robert Burns

TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o’ the Yarrow,

And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;

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399. Song-Open the door to me, oh

© Robert Burns

OH, open the door, some pity to shew,
Oh, open the door to me, oh,
Tho’ thou hast been false, I’ll ever prove true,
Oh, open the door to me, oh.