Love poems
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A Very Mournful Ballad On The Siege And Conquest Of Alhama
© George Gordon Byron
I
THE Moorish King rides up and down,
Through Granada's royal town;
From Elvira's gate to those
Of Bivarambla on he goes.
Woe is me, Alhama!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
I think there never was a dearer woman,
A better, kinder, truer than you were,
A gentler spirit more divinely human
The Suicides Grave
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
This is the scene of a man's despair, and a soul's release
From the difficult traits of the flesh; so, it seeking peace,
Love and Sorrow
© James Russell Lowell
I thought our love at full, but I did err;
Joy's wreath drooped o'er mine eyes; I could not see
The Crusader's Return
© Sir Walter Scott
High deeds achieved of knightly fame,
From Palestine the champion came;
Divided
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AS not a bud that burgeons 'mid the bowers;
As not a leaf on any tree that grows,
But to its neighbor some unlikeness shows,
Made clearer still through all the blossoming hours.
To Henry Halloran
© Henry Kendall
YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth,
And those weird ways I knew so well and long,
Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth
Of twisted thorn and kurrajong.
The Mockery
© Harriet Monroe
Sometimes I laughwhat else can a man do
Who does not know ? This little ego here
Braving the void, this fleck upon the blue,
This filmy wing sounding the starry sphere
What bold abysmal incongruity,
What joke of the gods to make a mock of me !
Stanzas To Miss Wylie
© John Keats
1.
O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,
The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,
The West is resplendently clothed in beams.
The Nameless One
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Last night a hand pushed on the door
And tirled at the pin.
The Open Fire
© Edgar Albert Guest
There in the flame of the open grate,
All that is good in the past I see:
Filipinos, Remember Us
© Edgar Lee Masters
You, if it fall to you to take
From us the lamp that Athens gave,
Fill it with mercy for our sake,
And light us gently to the grave.
Our Banker
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
OLD TIME, in whose bank we deposit our notes,
Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;
He keeps all his customers still in arrears
By lending them minutes and charging them years.
Connecticut
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
That crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;
'Tis a rough land of earth, and stone, and tree,
Where breathes no castled lord or cabined slave;
To A False Friend
© Thomas Hood
Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again.
Great, Wide, Beautiful, Wonderful World
© William Brighty Rands
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast-
World, you are beautifully dressed
