All Poems
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My sweetheart's dainty lips
© Yehudah HaLevi
My sweetheart's dainty lips are red,
With ruby's crimson overspread;
Her teeth are like a string of pearls;
Down her neck her clustering curls
In ebony hue vie with the night,
And over her features dances light.
Star-Gazers
© William Wordsworth
WHAT crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by;
A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:
Long is it as a barber's pole, or mast of little boat,
Some little pleasure-skiff, that doth on Thames's waters float.
What Look Hath She
© Mary Colborne-Veel
What look hath she,
What majestie,
That must so high approve her?
What graces move
That I so love,
That I so greatly love her?
The Mermaid
© George MacDonald
Up cam the tide wi' a burst and a whush,
And back gaed the stanes wi' a whurr;
The king's son walkit i' the evenin hush,
To hear the sea murmur and murr.
Hope Dieth: Hope Liveth
© William Morris
Strong are thine arms, O love, & strong
Thine heart to live, and love, and long;
The Lover's Peril
© James Thomas Fields
Have I been ever wrecked at sea,
And nigh to being drowned
More threatning storms have compassed me
Than on the deep are found!
Wiegenlied
© Karl Joachim Friedrich Ludwig von Arnim
Goldne Wiegen schwingen
Und die Mücken singen;
Blumen sind die Wiegen,
Kindlein drinnen liegen;
Auf und nieder geht der Wind,
Geht sich warm und geht gelind.
La Scala Santa
© Charles Godfrey Leland
IN San Gianni Lateran,
Dey've cot a flight of shdairs,
More woonderful ash nefer vas,
As Latin pooks declares.
On The Conflagration Of The Po
© Walter Savage Landor
Why is, and whence, the Po in flames? and why
In consternation do its borderers raise
Lie-a-bed
© Lesbia Harford
My darling lies down in her soft white bed,
And she laughs at me.
Her laughter has flushed her pale cheeks with red.
Her eyes dance with glee.
Song (Untitled #3)
© George Meredith
Fair and false! No dawn will greet
Thy waking beauty as of old;
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Second Tale; The Baron of St. Castine
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O sun, that followest the night,
In yon blue sky, serene and pure,
And pourest thine impartial light
Alike on mountain and on moor,
Pause for a moment in thy course,
And bless the bridegroom and the bride!
Some Advice from a Mother to Her Married Son
© Judith Viorst
The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
SONNET. Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
© Henry King
Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
To taste the softer comforts of the night,
And bid'st me cool the feaver of my brain,
In those sweet balmy dewes which slumber pain;
Krishnakali
© Rabindranath Tagore
In the village they call her the dark girl
but to me she is the flower Krishnakali
On a cloudy day in a field
I saw the dark girl's dark gazelle-eyes.
She had no covering on her head,
her loose hair had fallen on her back.
The Disappointed Lover
© Confucius
Where grow the willows near the eastern gate,
And 'neath their leafy shade we could recline,
She said at evening she would me await,
And brightly now I see the day-star shine!
