Love poems
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The Enchantment
© Thomas Otway
I did but look and love awhile,
Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.
A Lost Chord
© Adelaide Anne Procter
SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.
Song
© Emma Lazarus
Frosty lies the winter-landscape,
In the twilight golden-green.
Down the Park's deserted alleys,
Naked elms stand stark and lean.
Age And Song (to Barry Cornwall)
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
In vain men tell us time can alter
Old loves or make old memories falter,
That with the old year the old year's life closes.
The old dew still falls on the old sweet flowers,
The old sun revives the new-fledged hours,
The old summer rears the new-born roses.
On The Medusa Of Leonardo da Vinci In The Florentine Gallery
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,
Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supine;
Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;
War And PeaceA Poem
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou, whose lov'd presence and benignant smile
Has beam'd effulgence on this favour'd isle;
Thou! the fair seraph, in immortal state,
Thron'd on the rainbow, heaven's emblazon'd gate;
Thou! whose mild whispers in the summer-breeze
Control the storm, and undulate the seas;
The Nurse-Life Wheat
© Fulke Greville
THE nurse-life wheat, within his green husk growing,
Flatters our hope and tickles our desire,
Nature's true riches in sweet beauties showing,
Which set all hearts with lobor's love on fire.
The Vision Of Cassandra
© Aeschylus
Well, what of Phoebus, maiden? though a name
'Tis but disparagement to call upon
In misery.
The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second
© William Roscoe
FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd
As man's terrestrial home; where every charm
Song.If those dark eyes
© Louisa Stuart Costello
If those dark eyes have gazed on me,
Unconscious of their power
A Second Childhood
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When all my days are ending
And I have no song to sing,
I think I shall not be too old
To stare at everything;
As I stared once at a nursery door
Or a tall tree and a swing.
The Hunting Of The Dragon
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When we went hunting the Dragon
In the days when we were young,
Poem
© Alan Dugan
After your first poetry reading
I shook hands with you
and got a hard-on. Thank you.
We know that old trees
The Bell-Founder Part I - Labour And Hope
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to the
splendour of dreams,
Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, the sweetest of streams,
'Neath those hills whence the race of the Geraldine wandered in ages
Before The Doors
© Friedrich Rückert
I went to knock at Riches' door;
They threw me a farthing the threshold o'er.
Dead Roses
© Eugene Field
He placed a rose in my nut-brown hair--
A deep red rose with a fragrant heart
And said: "We'll set this day apart,
So sunny, so wondrous fair."
The Princes' Quest - Part the Tenth
© William Watson
That night within the City of Youth there stood
Musicians playing to the multitude
