One Hundred Ways to Say, I Love You

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But how am I to live many months without seeing you? ... The hours I spend with you, I look upon as a sort of perfumed garden, a dim twilight and a fountain singing to it ... Shall I be able to endure this long exile

,George Moore, novelist
,to Lady Cunard
1907

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,I cannot be more lonely
!More drear I cannot be
My worn heart thobs so wildly
.Twill break for thee'

,Emily Bronte
1818-48

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.I can neither eat nor sleep for thinking of you, my dearest love. I never even touch pudding

,Lord Nelson, admiral
,to Lady Hamilton
1800

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,When friends are met, and goblets crowned
,And smiles are near, that once enchanted
,Unreached by all that sunshine round
My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted
.By thee, thee, only thee

,Thomas Moore
1779-1852

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After I have left you, I always feel sad ... In my mind I endlessly relive your kisses, your tears, your amorous jealousy; and the many charms of peerless Josephine rage in my heart and in my senses like a scorching fire

Napoleon Bonaparte
,to Josephine Bonaparte
1796

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.I would That you were in mine arms, or I in yours - for I think it long since I kissed you

King Henry VIII
,to Ann Boleyn
1528

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,Roses are red, diddle diddle, violets are blue
.If you'll have me, diddle diddle, I will have you

Women's Leap-year
Traditional Ballad

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!I know I do not love thee! yet, alas
;Others will scarcely trust my candid heart
,And oft I catch them smiling as they pass
.Because they see me gazing where thou art

,Caroline Norton
1808-77

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I take my pen again to tell you that I am at your knees, that I still love you, that I detest you sometimes, that the day before yesterday I said horrible things about you, that I kiss your beautiful hands, that I kiss them again pending something better, that I am at the end of my tether, that you are divine, etc

,Alexander Pushkin, writer
,to Anna Petrovna Kern
1825

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When I read in your looks and words that you love me, I feel it in the deepest part of my soul; then I care not one straw for the whole Universe beside; but when you fly from my caresses to - smoke tobacco, or speak of me as a new circumstance of your lot, then in deed my 'heart is troubled about many things'.

,Jane Welsh
,to her future husband
,Thomas Carlyle, historian
1826