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Amy Levy
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"O LOVE, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow"— Such was the song you sang to me               Once, long ago. Such was the song you sang ; and yet (O be not wroth !) I scarcely knew What sounds flow'd forth; I only felt                That you were you.
Amy Levy
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ON Bellosguardo, when the year was young,   We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The peasant's plot, between the corn-shoots sprung. Over the grey, low wall the olive flung Her deeper greyness ; far off, hill on hill Sloped to the sky, which, pearly-pale and still, Above the large and luminous landscape hung.
Lord Alfred Douglas
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I dreamed I stood upon a little hill, And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed Like a waste garden, flowering at its will With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed Black and unruffled; there were white lilies A few, and crocuses, and violets Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries
Michael Field
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"The love that breeds In my heart for thee! As the iris is full, brimful of seeds, And all that it flowered for among the reeds Is packed in a thousand vermilion-beads That push, and riot, and squeeze, and clip, Till they burst the sides of the silver scrip,
Rosamund Marriot Watson
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The author describes a strange woman, named Vespertilia, and the beach where they met. She professes her love for the author, but is denied because the author's true love has died. Vespertilia then disappears, and the author is left remembering her better than their true-love.

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In the late autumn's dusky-golden prime, When sickles gleam, and rusts the idle plough, The time of apples dropping from the bough, And yellow leaves on sycamore and lime. O'er grassy uplands far above the sea Often at twilight would my footsteps fare, And oft I met a stranger-woman there       Who stayed and spake with me : 
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In this poem, John Addington Symonds describes the painful feeling of unrequited and unaccepted love.
A.E. Housman
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WHEN I watch the living meet,   And the moving pageant file Warm and breathing through the street   Where I lodge a little while, If the heats of hate and lust   In the house of flesh are strong, Let me mind the house of dust   Where my sojourn shall be long. In the nation that is not,
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Where art thou friend, whom I shall never see, Conceiving whom I must conceive amiss? Or sunder'd from my sight in the age that is Or far-off promise of a time to be; Thou who canst best accept the certainty That thou hadst borne proportion in my bliss, That likest in me either that or this, —
George Ives
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With whom, then, should I sleep? perhaps with thee, And gaze into those eyes, those deep sad eyes, Feeling the drowsy touch of thy vast wings. Thy brother Sleep I know, with him have lain Many a night, forgetting all the day And every pain in that sweet comradeship.
John Gambril Nicholson
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John Gambril Nicholson published this poem in his collection, Love in Earnest: Sonnets, Ballades, and Lyrics. He wrote it to describe and admire all of the different types of boys that he encounters when walking through London.

White, Chris. Nineteenth-Century Writings on Homosexuality: A Sourcebook. Routledge, 2012.

Google Books, https://books.google.com/books?id=RQmoCHR0BZ0C&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=false

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As I go down the street A hundred boys a day I meet, And gazing from my window high I like to watch them passing by.   I like the boy that earns his bread; The boy that holds my horse’s head, The boy that tidies up the bar, The boy that hawks the Globe and Star.   Smart-looking lads are in my line;
Oscar Wilde
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"Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clayI had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day. From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.