Song - by John Keats

You say you love; but with a voice

Chaster than a nun's, who singeth

The soft vespers to herself

While the chime-bell ringeth—

To a Stranger - by Walt Whitman

Passing stranger! you do not know

How longingly I look upon you,

You must be he I was seeking,

Or she I was seeking

I Prithee Send Me Back My Heart - Sir John Suckling

I prithee send me back my heart,

Since I cannot have thine;

For if from yours you will not part,

Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

To Electra - by Robert Herrick

I dare not ask a kiss, 

I dare not beg a smile, 

Lest having that, or this, 

I might grow proud the while.

To Mary - by John Clare

I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,

And yet thou art not there;

I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,

And press the common air.

Love's Philosophy - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,

And the rivers with the ocean;

The winds of heaven mix forever,

With a sweet emotion;

Tell Me No More - by Henry King

Tell me no more how fair she is, 

I have no minde to hear 

The story of that distant bliss 

I never shall come near:

One Way of Love - by Robert Browning

All June I bound the rose in sheaves.

Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves

And strow them where Pauline may pass.

She will not turn aside? Alas!

Love's Secret - William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love, 

Love that never told can be; 

For the gentle wind does move 

Silently, invisibly.

Song - by Hartley Coleridge

She is not fair to outward view

As many maidens be,

Her loveliness I never knew

Until she smiled on me;

The Silent Lover - by Sir Walter Raleigh

Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart,

The merit of true passion,

With thinking that he feels no smart,

That sues for no compassion.

The December Rose - by Edith Nesbit

 Here's a rose that blows for Chloe,

Fair as ever a rose in June was,

Now the garden's silent, snowy,

Where the burning summer noon was.

Coldness in Love - by D. H. Lawrence

And you remember, in the afternoon

The sea and the sky went grey, as if there had sunk

A flocculent dust on the floor of the world: the festoon

Of the sky sagged dusty as spider cloth,

Amoretti Sonnet XXX - by Edmund Spencer

My love is like to ice, and I to fire;

How comes it then that this her cold so great

Is not dissolved through my so-hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her intreat?

A Dream Within a Dream - Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow--

You are not wrong, who deem

Like the Touch of Rain - by Edward Thomas

Like the touch of rain she was

On a man's flesh and hair and eyes

When the joy of walking thus

Has taken him by surprise:

Satires of Circumstace IX At the Altar Rail - by Thomas Hardy

'My bride is not coming, alas!' says the groom,

And the telegram shakes in his hand. 'I own

It was hurried! We met at a dancing-room

When I went to the Cattle-Show alone,

The Angel in the House - by Coventry Patmore

Across the sky the delight crept,

And birds grew garrulous in the grove,

And on my marriage-morn I slept

A soft sleep, undisturb'd by love.

Ruth - by Thomas Hood

She stood breast-high amid the corn,

Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,

Like the sweetheart of the sun,

Who many a glowing kiss had won.

The Wedding Night - by Johann Wolfgang Von Goetht

Within the chamber, far away

From the glad feast, sits Love in dread

Lest guests disturb, in wanton play,