Youth Gone and Beauty Gone if Ever There - by Christina Rosseti

Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there 

Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this; 

Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? 

I will not bind fresh roses in my hair,

From One Who Stays - by Amy Lowell

How empty seems the town now you are gone!

A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls

Hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls

Eery, distorted, as it long had shone

O That 'Twere Possible - Alfred Lord Tennyson

O that ’twere possible

After long grief and pain

To find the arms of my true love

Round me once again!...

When I Was One-and-Twenty - by Alfred Edward Housman

When I was one-and-twenty

I heard a wise man say,

'Give crowns and pounds and guineas

But not your heart away;

Love's Pains - by John Clare

This love, I canna' bear it,

It cheats me night and day;

This love, I canna' wear it,

It takes my peace away.

So We'll Go No More A-Roving - by George Gordon, Lord Byron

So, we'll go no more a-roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.

No Tears - Alexander Pushkin

Under the blue skies of her native land

She languished and began to fade...

Until surely there flew without a sound

Above me, her young shade.

Grown and Flown - by Christina Rosseti

I loved my love from green of Spring

Until sere Autumn's fall;

But now that leaves are withering

How should one love at all?

Along the Field as We Came By - Alfred Edward Housman

Along the field as we came by 

A year ago, my love and I, 

The aspen over stile and stone 

Was talking to itself alone.

Jean - by Rober Burns

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,

I dearly like the west,

For there the bonnie lassie lives,

The lassie I lo'e best:

If You Were Coming in the Fall - by Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the fall,

I'd brush the summer by

With half a smile and half a spurn,

As housewives do a fly.

On Parting - by George Gordon and Lord Byron

The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left

Shall never part from mine,

Till happier hours restore the gift

Untainted back to thine.

Sonnet XCVII - by William Shakespeare

How like a winter hath my absence been

From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!

What old December's bareness every where!

A Wife in London - by Thomas Hardy

I. The Tragedy 

She sits in the tawny vapour

That the City lanes have uprolled,

Behind whose webby fold on fold

Like a waning taper

To an Absent Lover - by Helen Hunt Jackson

That so much change should come when thou dost go,

Is mystery that I cannot ravel quite.

The very house seems dark as when the light

Of lamps goes out. Each wonted thing doth grow

Harp Song of the Dane Women - by Rudyard Kipling

What is a woman that you forsake her, 

And the hearth-fire and the home-acre. 

To go with the old grey Widow-maker? 

Sonnet XLIV - by William Shakespeare

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,

Injurious distance should not stop my way;

For then despite of space I would be brought,

From limits far remote where thou dost stay.

Ae Fond Kiss, and Then We Sever - by Robert Burns

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

A Farewell - by Sir Philip Sidney

Oft have I mused, but now at length I find

Why those that die, men say, they do depart:

Depart:  a word so gentle to my mind,

Weakly did seem to paint Death’s ugly dart.

She is Far From the Land - by Thomas Moore

She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps,

And lovers are round her, sighing;

But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps,

For her heart in his grave is lying!