By Robert Burns
O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly...
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- By Lawrence RaabYears later they find themselves talking about chances, moments when their lives might have swerved ...
- By Molly PeacockWhat if we got outside ourselves and there really was an outside out there, not just our insides turned...
- By Theodore RoethkeI knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when ...
- By Thom GunnI thought I was so tough, But gentled at your hands, Cannot be quick enough To fly for you and show ...
- By William ShakespeareShall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake...
- By E. E. Cummingsi carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear...
- By Denise LevertovThe ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for...
- By Thomas MooreWhen ’midst the gay I meet That gentle smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most sweet, I scarce...
- By Christopher MarloweCome live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, ...
- By Richard WilburThe eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless...
- By Percy Bysshe ShelleyEmily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is ...
- By Robert BrowningGrow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times...
- By Edward LearI The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty...
- By Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can...
- By Anne BradstreetIf ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy...
- By John DonneI wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked ...
- By John DonneCome live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal...
- By John DonneIf yet I have not all thy love, Dear, I shall never have it all; I cannot breathe one other sigh, to...
- By William MeredithTouching your goodness, I am like a man Who turns a letter over in his hand And you might think this...