Love poems
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A Question
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
AH, who can tell which guide were best
To truth long sought, but unattained
The early faith, or late unrest?
What age has earned, or boyhood gained?
In Memory of John Fairfax
© Henry Kendall
Because this man fulfilled his days,
Like one who walks with steadfast gaze
Vixit
© John Le Gay Brereton
Nurse not your grief, nor make obsequious moan
When I have shed this flesh I love so well,
Our Indian Summer
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
You 'll believe me, dear boys, 't is a pleasure to rise,
With a welcome like this in your darling old eyes;
To meet the same smiles and to hear the same tone
Which have greeted me oft in the years that have flown.
She Is Not Fair
© Franklin Pierce Adams
"She is not fair to outward view";
No beauty hers of form or face
She hath no witchery, 'tis true,
No grace.
To E.S. Salomon
© Ambrose Bierce
What! Salomon! such words from you,
Who call yourself a soldier? Well,
The Southern brother where he fell
Slept all your base oration through.
Is It Best?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
O mother who sips sweetened liquors!
Look down at the child on your breast;
A Letter ToThe Same Person
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
The Trojan Prince did pow'rful Numbers join
To sing of War; but Love was the Design:
And sleeping Troy again in Flames was drest,
To light the Fires in pitying Dido's Breast.
Song of Sunset on the River
© Bai Juyi
A strip of water's spread in the setting sun,
Half the river's emerald, half is red.
I love the third night of the ninth month,
The dew is like pearl; the moon like a bow.
The Lady's Looking-Glass
© Matthew Prior
Shipwreck'd, in vain to Land I make;
While Love and Fate still drive Me back:
Forc'd to doat on Thee thy own Way,
I chide Thee first, and then obey:
Wretched when from Thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with Thee, or without Thee, die.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book VI - Part 04 - The Plague Athens
© Lucretius
'Twas such a manner of disease, 'twas such
Mortal miasma in Cecropian lands
The Rhymers Reply. Incense And Splendor
© Vachel Lindsay
Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
There Is
© Guillaume Apollinaire
There is this ship which has taken my beloved back again
There are six Zeppelin sausages in the sky and with night
On An Old Sepuchral Bas-Relief
© Giacomo Leopardi
WHERE IS SEEN A YOUNG MAIDEN, DEAD, IN THE ACT OF DEPARTING,
TAKING LEAVE OF HER FAMILY.
The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816
© William Wordsworth
I
HAIL, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!
Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitude
On hearts howe'er insensible or rude;
The Lament Of A Lover
© Confucius
There where its shores the marsh surround,
Rushes and lotus plants abound.
May
© John Payne
THE wild bird carolled all the April night,
Among the leafing limes, as who should say,
The Cotter's Saturday Night
© Robert Burns
"Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile,
The short and simple annals of the poor."
Gray
Sonnet VII
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But still, beyond, one lone mysterious cloud,
Steeped in the solemn sunset's fiery mist,
Strange semblance takes of Him whose visage bowed,
Divinely sweet, o'er all things, dark or bright,
Yet draws the darkness ever toward His light
The tender eyes and awful brow of Christ!
