Love poems
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Sonnet XXXIII: I Wake
© Mary Darby Robinson
I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away!
Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast;
The softest breeze can shake the halcyon's nest,
And lightest clouds o'ercast the dawning ray!
Sonnet XXXI: Far O'er the Waves
© Mary Darby Robinson
Far o'er the waves my lofty Bark shall glide,
Love's frequent sighs the flutt'ring sails shall swell,
While to my native home I bid farewell,
Hope's snowy hand the burnis'd helm shall guide!
Sonnet XXX: O'er the Tall Cliff
© Mary Darby Robinson
O'er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main
Shad'wing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand,
While the thin vapours break along the sand,
Day's harbinger unfolds the liquid plain.
The Dream of Man
© William Watson
To the eye and the ear of the Dreamer
This Dream out of darkness flew,
Through the horn or the ivory portal,
But he wist not which of the two.
Sonnet XXVII: Oh! Ye Bright Stars
© Mary Darby Robinson
Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the Ebon fields
Of Heav'n's empire, trembling seems to stand;
'Till rosy morn unlocks her portal bland,
Where the proud Sun his fiery banner wields!
Sonnet XXVI: Where Antique Woods
© Mary Darby Robinson
Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest,
And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour;
Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow'r,
And waste life's fervid noon in fancied rest.
Sonnet XXV: Can'st Thou Forget
© Mary Darby Robinson
Can'st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul!
Thy Sappho's voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre!
That melting ev'ry thought to fond desire,
Bade sweet delerium o'er thy senses roll?
Sonnet XXIV: O Thou! Meek Orb
© Mary Darby Robinson
O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the dale
Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night!
On the smooth lake diffusing silv'ry light,
Sublimely still, and beautifully pale!
Sonnet XXIII: To Aetna's Scorching Sands
© Mary Darby Robinson
To AEtna's scorching sands my Phaon flies!
False Youth! can other charms attractive prove?
Say, can Sicilian loves thy passions move,
Play round thy heart, and fix thy fickle eyes,
Sailing Home From Rapallo
© Robert Lowell
[February 1954]
Your nurse could only speak Italian,
but after twenty minutes I could imagine your final week,
and tears ran down my cheeks....
Sonnet XXII: Wild Is the Foaming Sea
© Mary Darby Robinson
Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar!
And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round!
On the rent rock the angry waves rebound;
Ah me! the less'ning bark is seen no more!
Sonnet XVIII: Why Art Thou Chang'd?
© Mary Darby Robinson
Why art thou chang'd? O Phaon! tell me why?
Love flies reproach, when passion feels decay;
Or, I would paint the raptures of that day,
When, in sweet converse, mingling sigh with sigh,
Sonnet XVII: Love Steals Unheeded
© Mary Darby Robinson
Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind,
As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main,
Slow through each fibre creeps the subtle pain,
'Till closely round the yielding bosom twin'd.
The Only Land For Me (A currency Lad)
© Anonymous
Prate not to me of foreign strand,
Of beauty o'er the sea -
"This is my own - my native land" -
The only land for me!
Sonnet XVI: Delusive Hope
© Mary Darby Robinson
Delusive Hope! more transient than the ray
That leads pale twilight to her dusky bed,
O'er woodland glen, or breezy mountain's head,
Ling'ring to catch the parting sigh of day.
The Fetch
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"What makes you so late at the trysting?
What caused you so long to be?
The Magnet and the Churn
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A MAGNET hung in a hardware shop,
And all around was a loving crop
Sonnet XL: On the Low Margin
© Mary Darby Robinson
On the low margin of a murm'ring stream,
As rapt in meditation's arms I lay;
Each aching sense in slumbers stole away,
While potent fancy form'd a soothing dream;
