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Love Poems by category

Romantic Love

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My love is like a red red rose - Robert Burns

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Sonnets from the Portuguese, How do I love thee? - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun - William Shakespeare

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Shall I compare thee to a summers day? - William Shakespeare
bullet She walks in beauty, like the night - Lord Byron
bullet One day I wrote her name - Edmund Spenser
bullet Song : To Celia - Ben Jonson
bullet To Mary - John Clare
bullet First love - John Clare

Celebrations

bullet The Milkmaid's Epithalamium  - Thomas Randolph
bullet A Dedication to my wife  - T.S. Eliot

Separations

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Remember - Christina Rossetti

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Renouncement - Alice Meynell
bullet Stop all the clocks  - W.H. Auden
bullet You left me - Emily Dickinson

Persuasions

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To his coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell

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To the Virgins, Make Much of Time - Robert  Herrick
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The passionate shepherd - Christopher Marlowe

bullet Her Reply (To the Passionate Shepherd to his love)  - Sir Walter Ralegh (Raleigh)
bullet Wishes to his (supposed) mistress  - Richard Crashaw

 

Anti - Love

bullet I went to the garden of love - William Blake

Unsorted (As yet)

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Matthew Arnold
bullet Dover Beach

 

B

  
William Blake
bullet The Clod and the Pebble
bullet My pretty rose tree

 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII
Robert Burns

 

 
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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever - song

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It was upon a Lammas night - song

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John Anderson my Jo

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O whistle and I'll come to ye, my lad

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The Banks o' Doon

 
Lord Byron


bullet So, we'll go no more a-roving
bullet When we two parted

 

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Thomas Campion
bullet There is a garden in her face

 
Charles Cotton
bullet Two Rural Sisters

 
D  
Emily Dickinson

 

 

 

 

 

 
bullet A charm invests a face
bullet Come slowly, Eden
bullet Heart, we will forget him,
bullet Hope is a thing with feathers
bullet I gave myself to him
bullet I held a jewel in my fingers
bullet I many times thought peace had come
bullet I never lost as much
bullet I should not dare
bullet If you were coming in the fall
bullet My friend must be a bird
bullet My River
bullet Wild Nights

 
F  
Robert Frost
bullet To Earthward

 
H  
Heinrich Heine
bullet Of Pearls and Stars

 

Robert  Herrick

 
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Upon Julia's Clothes

 
K  
Omar Khayyam

 
bullet A book of verse
bullet Ah my beloved
bullet Come fill the cup
bullet For some we loved
bullet Never blows so red
bullet You know my friends

 
L  
Walter Savage Landor
bullet You Smiled

 
M  
Christopher Marlowe


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The Face of Helen

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Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight?

 

Alice Meynell

 
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Changeless

 
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Edgar Allen Poe
bullet Annabel Lee
bullet Eulalie
bullet To Helen

 

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Christina Rossetti

 
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The first day

 

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William Shakespeare

 
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O mistress mine, Feste's song from Twelfth Night

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Sonnet CXVI

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That time of year

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Tell her that's young

 
Percy Bysshe Shelley


bullet The Indian Serenade
bullet Music, When soft voices die
bullet When the lamp is shattered

 
Philip Sidney
bullet My True Love has my Heart

 
Edmund Spenser

 
bullet My love is like to ice

 
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Unknown
bullet Bonny Barbara Allen

 
W  
Walt Whitman
bullet To a Stranger

 

John Wilnot, Earl of Rochester
bullet The Imperfect Enjoyment

 
William Wordsworth

 
bullet She dwelt among the untrodden ways
bullet We are seven

 

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William Butler Yeats

 

 
bullet A Drinking Song
bullet Brown Penny
bullet He wishes for the cloths of heaven
bullet The ragged wood
bullet The sorrow of love
bullet The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart
bullet When you are old

 
 

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh,

When I am sad and weary. When I think all hope has gone.
When I walk along High Holborn, I think of you with nothing on .
Adrian Mitchell

Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont,

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