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id: 596
author: Teasdale, Sara
title: Rivers to the Sea
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words: 11949
sentence: 482
flesch: 85
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summary:
  Old love, old love, How can I be true? But there is one more strong, Love, that came laughing from the elder seas, The Cyprian, the mother of the world; She gave me love who only asked for death-- I who had seen much sorrow in men's eyes And in my own too sorrowful a fire.


id: 19897
author: Riley, James Whitcomb
title: Riley Love-Lyrics
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words: 12138
sentence: 552
flesch: 85
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summary:
  Old loves, old friends--all dead and gone-- Wherein the tempest-beaten heart might ride Sometimes at peaceful anchor, and abide Where those that loved me touched me with their hands, And looked upon me with glad eyes, and slipped Smooth fingers o'er my brow, and lulled the strands Of my wild tresses, as they backward tipped My yearning face and kissed it satisfied.


id: 45470
author: Verhaeren, Emile
title: The Love Poems (From Les Heures claires, Les Heures d'après-midi, Les Heures du Soir)
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words: 13372
sentence: 509
flesch: 79
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summary:
  Your strength is to be infinitely pure and frail; to cross with burning heart all dark roads, and to have preserved, in spite of mist or darkness, all the rays of the dawn in your childlike soul. XXVII Ardour of senses, ardour of hearts, ardour of souls, vain words created by those who diminish love; sun, you do not distinguish among your flames those of evening, of dawn, or of noon!


id: 5125
author: Hope, Laurence
title: Last Poems: Translations from the Book of Indian Love
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words: 13279
sentence: 668
flesch: 88
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summary:
  Thy nights shall be as bright as summer days, The sequence of thy sins shall seem as duty, Since I have given thee, Oh, Gift of Gifts!-- The pale perfection of unrivalled beauty. When, as the lilac evening gains the sky, I lay thee, 'twixt thine own soft hair and me, Kissing thy senses into soft delight.


id: 9920
title: The Garden of Bright Waters One Hundred and Twenty Asiatic Love Poems
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words: 13857
sentence: 925
flesch: 92
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summary:
  _Mira_ is a mountain goat that climbs to die Upon the top peak in the rocks of grief; It is the hour; make haste. _From the Chinese of Chang-Chi (770-850).


id: 26398
title: Tudor and Stuart Love Songs
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words: 15883
sentence: 1250
flesch: 96
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summary:
  True love 119 John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (1647-1680). Cruel fates true love do soonest sever; O, I shall see thee never, never, never!


id: 4009
author: Patmore, Coventry
title: The Victories of Love, and Other Poems
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words: 28862
sentence: 1296
flesch: 83
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summary:
  Such honour, with a conduct wise In common things, as, not to steep The lofty mind of love in sleep Of over much familiarness; Not to degrade its kind caress, As those do that can feel no more, So give themselves to pleasures o'er; Not to let morning-sloth destroy The evening-flower, domestic joy; Not by uxoriousness to chill The warm devotion of her will Who can but half her love confer On him that cares for nought but her;-- These, and like obvious prudencies Observed, he's safest that relies, For the hope she will not always seem, Caught, but a laurel or a stream, On time; on her unsearchable Love-wisdom; on their work done well, Discreet with mutual aid; on might Of shared affliction and delight; On pleasures that so childish be They're 'shamed to let the children see, By which life keeps the valleys low Where love does naturally grow; On much whereof hearts have account, Though heads forget; on babes, chief fount Of union, and for which babes are No less than this for them, nay far More, for the bond of man and wife To the very verge of future life Strengthens, and yearns for brighter day, While others, with their use, decay; And, though true marriage purpose keeps Of offspring, as the centre sleeps Within the wheel, transmitting thence Fury to the circumference, Love's self the noblest offspring is, And sanction of the nuptial kiss; Lastly, on either's primal curse, Which help and sympathy reverse To blessings.


