'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways'
The Nation's Favourite Love Poems 0 csillagozás
A művek szerzői: Elizabeth Barrett Browning, John Clare, William Butler Yeats, W. H. Auden, Robert Herrick, Edmund Spenser, Alfred Tennyson, Ben Jonson, John Donne, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Christopher Marlowe, John Betjeman, Edward FitzGerald, Andrew Marvell, William Shakespeare, John Updike, George Gordon Noël Byron, Seamus Heaney, Carol Ann Duffy, Sylvia Plath, John Fuller, Christina Rossetti, Robert Burns, Kahlil Gibran, George Herbert, John Keats, Philip Larkin, Edward Lear, A. E. Housman, William Blake, Dorothy Parker, Ted Hughes, Emily Dickinson, Robert Graves, Thomas Wyatt, Thomas Hardy, Edward Thomas, Elizabeth Bishop, Rupert Brooke, Emily Brontë, Edna St. Vincent Millay, William Wordsworth, Hilaire Belloc, Leigh Hunt, Wendy Cope, Ernest Dowson
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Wendy Cope – Flowers
Some men never think of it.
You did. You’d come along
And say you’d nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.The shop was closed. Or you had doubts –
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while.
48. oldal, Celebration and Adoration · Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope – Giving up smoking
There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That's easier to like than you
Or harder to forget.
You think that sounds extravagant?
I haven't finished yet –
I like you more than I would like
To have a cigarette.
41. oldal, Love's Beginnings · Wendy Cope
W. B. Yeats – When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
149. oldal, Love Lost and Love Remembered · W. B. Yeats
When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.
18. oldal, Love's Beginnings - Oh Tell Me The Truth About Love · W. H. Auden
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