Love poems
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In Midas' Country
© Sylvia Plath
Meadows of gold dust. The silver
Currents of the Connecticut fan
And meander in bland pleatings under
River-verge farms where rye-heads whiten.
All's polished to a dull luster
The Homestead
© Bliss William Carman
HERE we came when love was young.
Now that love is old,
Shall we leave the floor unswept
And the hearth acold?
The Tears Expressive
© Edgar Albert Guest
Death crossed his threshold yesterday
And left the glad voice of his loved one dumb.
To him the living now will come
And cross his threshold in the self-same way
To clasp his hand and vainly try to say
Words that shall soothe the heart that's stricken numb.
Hate
© Edgar Albert Guest
They say we must not hate, nor fight in hate.
I've thought it over many a solemn hour,
The Two Hermits
© Khalil Gibran
One day an evil spirit entered into the heart of the older hermit
and he came to the younger and said, "It is long that we have
lived together. The time has come for us to part. Let us divide
our possessions."
For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
CITY OF BOSTON, JUNE 1, 1865
CHORAL: "LUTHER'S JUDGMENT HYMN."
Life And Immortality
© James Beattie
"O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!"
(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)
Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom,
Of late so grateful in the hour of drought?
A Sweet Pastoral
© Nicholas Breton
Good Muse, rock me asleep
With some sweet harmony;
The weary eye is not to keep
Thy wary company.
Home, In War-Time
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
She turned the fair page with her fairer hand-
More fair and frail than it was wont to be-
His Indian Love to Diogo Alvarez
© Louisa Stuart Costello
When thou stoodst amidst thy countrymen
Our captive and our foe,
What voice of pity was it then
That check'd the fatal blow?
Sonnet 1: Loving In Truth
© Sir Philip Sidney
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain;
How Graces Are To Be Obtained
© John Bunyan
The next word that I would unto thee say,
Is how thou mayst attain without delay,
The Paradigm
© Allen Tate
For when they meet, the tensile air
Like fine steel strains under the weight
Of messages that both hearts bear-
Pure passion once, now purest hate;
For A Trafalgar Cenotaph
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Lover of England, stand awhile and gaze
With thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise;
They rest beyond the speech of human pride
Who served with Nelson and with Nelson died.
To Seem the Stranger Lies My Lot
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life
Among strangers. Father and mother dear,
To Italy
© Katharine Lee Bates
BRIGHT valor, smitten by so shrewd a blow,
Drooping thy golden wing like wounded plover,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
And then fate strikes us. First our joys decay.
Youth, with its pleasures, is a tale soon told.
We grow a little poorer day by day.
