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First Lines of Love Poems
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B C D E
F G H I
J K L M
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Q R S T U
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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
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Ah, my beloved,
fill the cup that clears
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 | Alice is tall and
upright as a pine,
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All things
uncomely and broken,
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And wilt
thou have me fashion into speech
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B |
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(A) book
of verse, underneath the bough,
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Drink to
me, only with thine eyes
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For some
we loved, the loveliest and the best
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G |
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(A) flower
was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore.
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Gather ye
rosebuds while ye may,
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H |
 | Had I the heavens'
embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver
light,
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 | Had we but world enough,
and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime.
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Heart, we
will forget him, You and I, tonight!
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 | Helen,
thy beauty is to me, Like those Nicean barks of yore,
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Hope is a
thing with feathers, That perches in the soul
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How do I love
thee ? Let me count the ways.
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I |
 | I arise
from dreams of thee
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I dwelt alone,
In a world of moan
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I gave myself
to him, And took himself for pay.
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I held a
jewel in my fingers, And went to sleep
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I many times
thought peace had come
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thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that
lurks in all delight
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 | I ne'er was struck
before that hour
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I never lost
as much but twice,
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sleep with thee and wake with thee
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 | I should
not dare
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I wish I could remember the first day
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 | If all the world and
love were young,
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If you were
coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by
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I sometimes
think that never blows so red
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It lies
not in our power to love or hate
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 | t was in and about
the Martinmas time,
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a year ago,
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It was upon a Lammas night
- song
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 | I went
to the garden of love
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 | I Whispered,
"I am too young," And then, "I am old enough";
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J |
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John Anderson my Jo
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 | Joy to the bridegroom
and the bride
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Let me not
to the marriage of true minds, Admit impediments.
Love is not love,
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Love at the
lips was touch, As sweet as I could bear;
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Love seeketh not Itself to please,
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 | Music, When soft voices
die
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My friend
must be a bird, Because he flies.
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My love is
like to ice, and I to fire
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 | My mistress' eyes
are nothing like the sun
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 | My river
runs to thee,
Blue sea, wilt
thou welcome me?
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My true-love hath my heart and I have
his,
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 | Naked she lay; clasped
in my longing arms,
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O, hurry,
where by water, among the trees,
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One day
I wrote her name upon the strand,
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O mistress
mine, where are you roaming?
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O
my love is like a red, red rose
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O whistle and I'll come
to ye, my lad
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Passing stranger!
you do not know, How longingly I look upon you,
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(The) pearly
treasures of the sea,
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one mood in all my lays,
Ranging all life to sing one only
love,
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R |
 | Remember me when I
am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land;
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Shall I compare
thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more
temperate:
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She dwelt
among the untrodden ways
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 | She walks in beauty,
like the night
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(A) simple child...
That lightly draws its breath
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So, we'll
go no more a-roving
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 | Stop all the
clocks, cut off the telephone,
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T |
 | Tell her that's young
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That time of year thou may'st in me
behold
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The sea is calm tonight
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The quarrel
of the sparrow in the eaves,
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There is a garden in her face
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 | To whom I owe the
leaping delight
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 | Was this the face
that launch'd a thousand ships?
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 | When
the lamp is shattered
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When we two
parted, in silence and tears
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And
nodding by the fire, take down this book,
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Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
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she be, That not impossible she
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Wild nights.
Wild nights! Were I
with thee,
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Wine comes in at the mouth,
And love comes in at the eye;
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 | Ye flowery banks o'
bonie Doon,
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You left
me, sweet, two legacies
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You know,
my friends, with what a brave carouse
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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
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Adrian Mitchell
Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont,
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