Love poems
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The Princes' Ques -Part the Eighth
© William Watson
Now as it chanced, the day was almost spent
When down the lonely mountain-side he went,
The Love Of The Game
© Edgar Albert Guest
There is too much of sighing, and weaving
Of pitiful tales of despair.
Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem
© James Russell Lowell
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,
And have some reason to surmise that I descend from Adam;
The Norsemen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!
A relic to the present cast,
Love In A Cottage
© Daniel Henry Deniehy
A cottage small be mine, with porch
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
'Mid brown old wattles seen.
Loves Me? Loves Me Not?
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Under the earth goes the last new-comer,
What were the life of her, winter-summer!
What if her silent grave holds one only
Who loved her well, and who left her lonely?
Rose Lorraine
© Henry Kendall
Sweet water-moons, blown into lights
Of flying gold on pool and creek,
From
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
EV'RY youth for love's sweet portion sighs,
Ev'ry maiden sighs to win man's love;
Ogrin The Hermit
© Edith Wharton
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth
This tale to them that sought him in the extreme
Ancient grey wood where he and silence housed:
Piety: Or, The Vision
© Thomas Parnell
But still I fear, unwarm'd with holy flame,
I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream;
And barely wish the wond'rous gift I boast,
And faintly practise what deserves it most.
Peruvian Tales: Cora, Tale IV
© Helen Maria Williams
ALMAGRO'S expedition to Chili-His troops suffer great hardships from cold, in crossing the Andes-They reach Chili-The Chilians make a brave resistance-The revolt of the Peruvians in Cuzco--They are led on by MANCO CAPAC , the successor of ATALIBA -Parting with CORA , his wife-The Peruvians regain half their city-ALMAGRO leaves Chili-To avoid the Andes, he crosses a vast desert-His troops can find no water-They divide into two bands-ALPHONSO leads the second band, which soon reaches a fertile valley-The Spaniards observe that the natives are employed in searching the streams for gold-They resolve to attack them.
The Abencerrage : Canto III.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Onward their slow and stately course they bend
To where the Alhambra's ancient towers ascend,
Reared and adorned by Moorish kings of yore,
Whose lost descendants there shall dwell no more.
The Lost Letter
© Henry Clay Work
Two lives wreck'd by a zephyr!
Two hearts crush'd by the fall,
When that most precious missive, that love laden letter,
Flutter'd down thro' the gap in the wall.
The Princess Pats
© Edgar Albert Guest
A touch of the plain and the prairie,
A bit of the Motherland, too;
A Sunset
© Francis Thompson
Oh gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flames a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapours drew
A sudden elemental sword.
Bluebeards First Wife
© Leon Gellert
I lie by the garden wall,
Buried and all alone;
The brown camellias fall
One by one on the stone.
When Love Goes
© Sara Teasdale
O mother, I am sick of love,
I cannot laugh nor lift my head,
My bitter dreams have broken me,
I would my love were dead.
Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Herself a rose, who bore the Rose,
She bore the Rose and felt its thorn.
