Remember me - by Christina Rosetti

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Farewell Love - by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever:

Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.

Senec and Plato call me from thy lore,

To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.

Where Shall the Lover Rest - by Sir Walter Scott

Where shall the lover rest

Whom the fates sever

From his true maiden's breast

Parted for ever?

An Epitaph Upon Husband and Wife - by Richard Crashaw

To these whom death again did wed

This grave 's the second marriage-bed.

For though the hand of Fate could force

'Twixt soul and body a divorce,

The Appeal - by Sir Thomas Wyatt

And wilt thou leave me thus!

Say nay, say nay, for shame!

—To save thee from the blame

Of all my grief and grame.

At The Mid Hour of Night - by Thomas Moore

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly

To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;

And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,

To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,

Desideria - by William Wordsworth

Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind

I turned to share the transport-O! with whom

But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,

That spot which no vicissitude can find?

When the Lamp is Shattered - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

When the lamp is shattered

The light in the dust lies dead- 

When the cloud is scattered,

The rainbow's glory is shed.

The Going - by Thomas Hardy

Why did you give no hint that night

That quickly after the morrow's dawn,

And calmly, as if indifferent quite,

You would close your term here, up and be gone

A Complaint - by William Worsworth

There is a change-and I am poor;

Your love hath been, nor long ago,

A fountain at my fond heart's door,

Whose only business was to flow;

To My Inconstant Mistress - by Thomas Carew

When thou, poor excommunicate

From all the joys of love, shalt see

The full reward and glorious fate

Which my strong faith shall purchase me,

When I Loved You - by Thomas Moore

When I loved you, I can’t but allow

I had many an exquisite minute;

But the scorn that I feel for you now

Hath even more luxury in it!

Jeanie With the Light Brown Hair - by Stephen Foster

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,

Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;

I see her tripping where the bright streams play,

Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.

A Farewell to False Love - Sir Walter Raleigh

Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,

A mortal foe and enemy to rest,

An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,

A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,

False Though She Be - by William Congreve

False though she be to me and love,

I'll ne'er pursue revenge;

For still the charmer I approve,

Though I deplore her change.

Inconstancy Reproved - by Sir Robert Ayton

I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair,

And I might have gone near to love thee,

Had I not found the slightest prayer

That lips could move, had power to move thee;

To the Willow-tree - by Robert Herrick

Thou art to all lost love the best,

The only true plant found,

Wherewith young men and maids distrest,  

And left of love, are crown'd.  

The Lost Mistress - by Robert Browning

All 's over, then: does truth sound bitter

As one at first believes?

Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter

About your cottage eaves!

I Will Not Let Thee Go - by Robert Bridges

I will not let thee go.

Ends all our month-long love in this?

Can it be summed up so,

Quit in a single kiss?

Song: 'Sweetest Love I Do Not Go' - by John Donne

Sweetest love, I do not go,

For weariness of thee,

Nor in hope the world can show

A fitter love for me ;

But since that I

At the last must part, 'tis best,

Thus to use myself in jest

By feigned deaths to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,

And yet is here to-day ;

He hath no desire nor sense,

Nor half so short a way ;

Then fear not me,

But believe that I shall make

Speedier journeys, since I take

More wings and spurs than he.

O how feeble is man's power,

That if good fortune fall,

Cannot add another hour,

Nor a lost hour recall ;

But come bad chance,

And we join to it our strength,

And we teach it art and length,

Itself o'er us to advance.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,

But sigh'st my soul away ;

When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,

My life's blood doth decay.

It cannot be

That thou lovest me as thou say'st,

If in thine my life thou waste,

That art the best of me.

Let not thy divining heart

Forethink me any ill ;

Destiny may take thy part,

And may thy fears fulfil.

But think that we

Are but turn'd aside to sleep.

They who one another keep

Alive, ne'er parted be.