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