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How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seem to lose
With my lost saints, ---I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! ---and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
By they eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)
Chop Cherry
Thou gav'st me leave to kiss,
Thou gav'st me leave to woo;
Thou mad'st me think, by this
And that, thou lov'st me too.
But I shall ne'er forget
How, for to make thee merry
Thou mad'st me chop, but yet
another snapp'd the cherry.
George Wither
(1588-1667)
To My Wife
I can write no
stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.
And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.
Oscar Wilde
To Lucasta, Going off to the Wars
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As thou too shalt adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honor more.
Richard Lovelace
(1618-1658)
False though She Be to Me and Love
False though she be
to me and love,
I'll ne'er pursue revenge;
For still the charmer I approve,
Though I deplore her change.
In hours of bliss we
oft have met;
They could not always last;
And though the present I regret,
I'm grateful for the past.
William Congreve
(1670-1729)
In The Gold Room
Her ivory hands on
the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale-leaves listlessly,
Or the drifting foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
Her gold hair fell on the wall of gold
Like the delicate gossamer tangles spun
On the burnished disk of the marigold,
Or the sunflower turning to meet the sun
When the gloom of the dark blue night is done,
And the spear of the lily is aureoled.
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burned like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt out blood of the rose-red wine.
Oscar Wilde
Love's Secret
Never seek to tell
thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I
told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! She did depart!
William Blake
(1757-1827)
A Red, Red Rose
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As far art throu, my
bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang
dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel,
my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns
(1759-1796)
Wait For Me
Wait for me, and I'll
come back!
Wait with all you've got!
Wait, when dreary yellow rains
tell you, you should not.
Wait when snow is falling fast,
Wait when summer's hot,
Wait when yesterdays are past,
Others are forgot.
Wait, when from that far-off place,
Letters don't arrive.
Wait, when those with whom you wait
Doubt if I'm alive.
Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait in patience yet.
When they tell you off by heart
That you should forget.
Even when my dearest ones
Say that I am lost,
Even when my friends give up,
Sit and count the cost.
Drink a glass of bitter wine
To the fallen friend
Wait! And do not drink with them!
Wait for me and I'll come back,
Dodging every fate!
"What a bit of luck!" they'll say,
Those that would not wait.
They will never understand
How amidst the strife,
By your waiting for me, dear,
You had saved my life.
Only you and I will know
how you got me through.
Simply - you knew how to wait -
No one else but you.
Konstantin Simonov
(1941)
Can't Live Without
I'm sick or you, I'm
sick of me
knowing what we'll never be.
I'm tired of feelings, through with pain
I'm tired of playing same old games.
I'm sick of me, I'm sick of you
remembering all things we've been through.
I'm tired of problems with no fix.
I'm tired of stories and your tricks.
You were once reason to my breath
Blinded by my love to
death.
I failed to see whats lies beneath?
Your pretty eyes a lover’s
thief.
Why can't I live with good-byes?
Why do I put up with
lies?
I'm sick of hurt; I'm sick of pain
what in this love is there to gain?
I gave you all I have to give,
but, I need you in my life to live.
...again
The Torch of Love Dispels the Gloom
The torch of Love
dispels the gloom
Of life, and animates the tomb;
But never let it idly flare
On gazers in the open air,
Nor turn it quite away from one
To whom it serves for moon and sun,
And who alike in night or day
Without it could not find his way.
Walter Savage Landor
(1775-1864)
Apropos of women
That woman's a
complex issue,
A pretty perplexing phenomenon
Is a truth that will sometimes miss you,
Although it's rather a common one.
Her power stays a secret unravelled,
Pooh-poohed at, to put it lightly.
Yet so far, wherever I've travelled,
Woman rules us, almighty.
This nonsense about our leadership,
Our pumped-up male domination
Being our birthright, allegedly,
Is sheerest imagination.
Coyly or enigmatically
She bestows her smiles upon us,
Us, treading our way erratically
To her with our sorrows and honors.
The plainest and most bewildering,
The cheerfulest and the weariest-
For her we are always children,
Regardless of age or experience.
Dead-earnestly or trivially
We go about life's occupations,
While woman looks on forgivingly,
The image of wisdom and patience.
Whether quarrelling, grumbling or fretting,
Whatever life she be leading us,
Remembering or forgetting,
Woman deserves our obedience.
Woman gives hope to the desperate,
Mocks at our doubts and uncertainty,
Pours the balm of her tenderness
On masculine scars, wounds, et ceterae.
Then, after she's doctored and dressed us,
She uses heart-break to test us.
Mi?hail Lukonin
(1928-1976)
Please
Please come and sit
beside me
I have so much to say
The words I have to share with you
I need to speak today
My love for you is growing
You're more than just my friend
I swore because of my past hurts
I'd never love again
Sometimes I hide my feelings
Or deny they may be true
I bury them deep down inside
So I can feel secure
Since the day I met you
My whole world has changed
Suddenly I feel so alive
I'm in love again
Once before I had a love
Now buried in my past
But this time things are different
I know our love will last.
Did Not
Twas a new feeling..something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hit not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wished, it every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.
She felt my lips'
impassioned touch
Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not;
But whispered o'er my burning brow,
"Oh, do you doubt I love you now?"
Sweet soul! I did not.
Thomas Moore
(1779-1852)
An Argument
I've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
And Heaven punishes desires
As much as if the deed were done.
If wishing damns us,
you and I
Are damned to all our heart's content;
Come, then, at least we may enjoy
Some pleasure for our punishment!
Thomas Moore
(1779-1852)
My Heart
My heart is so tender
So fragile so caring
If I trust it with
you
Would that be so
daring?
My heart needs
someone
Who will treat it
right
Let emotions take
their course
And not put up a
fight.
It has been broken
So many times in the
past
Now what it needs
Is someone to heal it
and fast.
Could you be as
gentle
As it needs you to be
I think you could
But I’ll just wait
and see.
Just promise that you
won’t hurt it
Or break it once more
And I’ll promise to
care for you
Like no one ever has
before.
I have so much to
offer
To that one person I
can trust
But first you have to
make that promise
And that is a must.
Love's Philosphy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine? ---
See the mountains
kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained it's brother.
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1792-1822)
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