Love poems

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Yes, hopeless suff'rer, friendless and forlorn,
Sweet victim of love's power; the silent tear
Shall oft at twilight's close, and glimm'ring morn
Gem the pale primrose that adorns thy bier,
And as the balmy dew ascends to heaven,
Thy crime shall steal away, thy frailty be forgiv'n.

Fridleif and Helga

© George Borrow

The woods were in leaf, and they cast a sweet shade;

Among them walk'd Helga, the beautiful maid.

Elegy to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq.

© Mary Darby Robinson

NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height,
That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave;
By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light,
I sought LORENZO's lonely grave.

The Pilgrim

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Vain folly of another age,
This wandering over earth,
To find the peace by some dark sin
Banish'd our household hearth.

Elegy to the Memory of David Garrick, Esq.

© Mary Darby Robinson

DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac'd the mimick scene,
And charm'd attention with resistless pow'r;
Whose wond'rous art, whose fascinating mien,
Gave glowing rapture to the short-liv'd hour!

To Mrs. Dulaney

© Frances Anne Kemble

What was thine errand here?

Thy beauty was more exquisite than aught

Edmund's Wedding

© Mary Darby Robinson

By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving
Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay!
Now sighing so deeply, now frantickly raving
Beneath the pale light of the moon's sickly ray.

Deborah's Parrot, a Village Tale

© Mary Darby Robinson

Thus, SLANDER turns against its maker;
And if this little Story reaches
A SPINSTER, who her PARROT teaches,
Let her a better task pursue,
And here, the certain VENGEANCE view
Which surely will, in TIME, O'ERTAKE HER.

The Can-Can At Valentinos

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

THE first, a mare; the second, 'twixt bowwow

And pussycat, a cross; the third, a beast

Cupid Sleeping

© Mary Darby Robinson

[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.]
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade,
The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid;
His brows with mossy roses crown'd;

Canzonet

© Mary Darby Robinson

SLOW the limpid currents twining,
Brawl along the lonely dell,
'Till in one wild stream combining,
Nought its rapid course can quell;

All Alone

© Mary Darby Robinson

Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side,
Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray?
Thy wavy locks but thinly hide
The tears that dim thy blue-eye's ray;
And wherefore dost thou sigh, and moan,
And weep, that thou art left alone?

Orlando Furioso Canto 4

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

The old Atlantes suffers fatal wreck,

Ainsi Va le Monde

While motley mumm'ry holds her tinsel reign,
SHAKSPERE might write, and GARRICK act in vain:
True Wit recedes, when blushing Reason views
This spurious offspring of the banish'd Muse.

To Harriet -- It Is Not Blasphemy To Hope That Heaven

It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven
More perfectly will give those nameless joys
Which throb within the pulses of the blood
And sweeten all that bitterness which Earth

Absence

WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea,
My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep,
I mark the restless surgeand think of THEE.