Love Lies Bleeding - William Word'sworth

You call it, Love lies bleeding - so you may,

Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops,

As we have seen it here from day to day,

From month to month, life passing not away:

Life in a Love - by Robert Browning

Escape me?

Never

Beloved!

While I am I, and you are you,

A Broken Appointment - Thomas Hardy

You did not come,

And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there

Than that I thus found lacking in your make

She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways - by William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

Maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love:

Astrophel and Stella Sonnet XXXI - by Sir Philip Sidney

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!

How silently, and with how wan a face!

What, may it be that even in heav'nly place

That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!

There is a Lady Sweet and Kind - by Thomas Ford

There is a lady sweet and kind,

Was never face so pleas'd my mind;

I did but see her passing by,

And yet I love her till I die.

Astrophel and Stella Sonnet XIX - Sir Philip Sidney

On Cupid's bow how are my heart-strings bent,

That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same!

When most I glory, then I feel most shame;

I willing run, yet while I run repent;

Encouragements to a Lover - by Sir John Suckling

Why so pale and wan, fond lover? 

Prythee, why so pale?

Will, if looking well can't move her,

Looking ill prevail?

Proud Word You Never Spoke - Walter Savage Landor

Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak  

Four not exempt from pride some future day.  

Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,  

Over my open volume you will say,

To His Coy Love - Michael Drayton

I Pray thee, leave, love me no more,

Call home the heart you gave me!

I but in vain that saint adore

That can but will not save me.

To the Western Wind - by Robert Herrick

Sweet western wind, whose luck it is,

Made rival with the air,

To give Perenna's lip a kiss,

And fan her wanton hair:

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 to Celia - by Ben Johnson

Drink to me, only with thine eyes

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I'll not look for wine.

The Definition of Love - by Andrew Marvell

 My love is of a birth as rare

As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;

It was begotten by Despair,

Upon Impossibility.

My Heart was Slain - by Michael Drayton

My heart was slain, and none but you and I;

Who should I think the murther should commit,

Since but yourself there was no creature by,

But only I, guiltless of murth'ring it?

Renouncement - Alice Meynell

I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,

I shun the love that lurks in all delight-

The love of thee-and in the blue heaven's height,

And in the dearest passage of a song.

Love Arm'd - by Aphra Behn

Love in Fantastique Triumph sat,

Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd,

For whom Fresh pains he did create,

And strange Tryanic power he show'd;

Vivien's Song - by Alfred Lord Tennyson

‘In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,

Faith and unfaith can ne’er be equal powers:

Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.

Why The Roses Are So Pale - by Heinrich Heine

O dearest, canst thou tell me why

The rose should be so pale?

And why the azure violet

Should wither in the vale?

Go, Lovely Rose - by Edmund Waller

Go, lovely Rose—

Tell her that wastes her time and me,

That now she knows,

When I resemble her to thee,