Love poems
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The Silver Horn
© Henry Clay Work
"Come, rest with me now, my silver horn!
My melodious joy, my silver horn!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ROUMELI HISSAR
The Empire of the East, grown dull to fear
By long companionship with angry fate,
In silent anguish saw her doom appear
Finding a Bible in an Abandoned Cabin by Robert Wrigley: American Life in Poetry #191 Ted Kooser, U.
© Ted Kooser
Most of us love to find things, and to discover a quarter on the sidewalk can make a whole day seem brighter. In this poem, Robert Wrigley, who lives in Idaho, finds what's left of a Bible, and describes it so well that we can almost feel it in our hands.
Finding a Bible in an Abandoned Cabin
"The love I look for"
© Lesbia Harford
The love I look for
Could not come from you.
My mind is set to fall
At Peterloo.
All-Saints' Day (1867)
© Ada Cambridge
Blessed are they whose baby-souls are bright,
Whose brows are sealèd with the cross of light,
Whom God Himself has deign'd to robe in white-
Blessed are they!
Children's Reply
© Julia A Moore
We are little children,
That go to Sabbath school,
To hear of our Redeemer,
Likewise the golden rule.
Why Should I Pine?
© Madison Julius Cawein
Why should I pine? when there in Spain
Are eyes to woo, and not in vain;
Dark eyes, and dreamily divine:
And lips, as red as sunlit wine;
The Battle Eve Of The Irish Brigade
© Thomas Osborne Davis
THE mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set,
And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet;
The Land Where I Was Born
© John Shaw Neilson
HAVE you ever been down to my countree
Where the trees are green and tall?
Poet, Lover, Birdwatcher
© Nissim Ezekiel
To force the pace and never to be still
Is not the way of those who study birds
Or women. The best poets wait for words.
The hunt is not an exercise of will
Not Marble Nor The Gilded Monuments
© Archibald MacLeish
THE praisers of women in their proud and beautiful poems
Naming the grave mouth and the hair and the eyes
Microcosm
© Edith Nesbit
SHE and I--we kissed and vowed
That should be which could not be;
Just as if mere vows endowed
Love with immortality!
Ah, had vows but kept us true,
As we thought them sure to do!
The Vision At Twilight
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WITHOUT the squares of misted pane,
I saw the wan autumnal rain,
And heard, o'er tufts of churchyard grass,
The wind's low miserere pass.
Queen Mab: Part IX.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Earth floated then below;
The chariot paused a moment there;
The Spirit then descended;
The restless coursers pawed the ungenial soil,
Snuffed the gross air, and then, their errand done,
Unfurled their pinions to the winds of heaven.
Lines. "To the smooth beach the silver sea"
© Frances Anne Kemble
To the smooth beach the silver sea
Comes rippling in a thousand smiles,
Honey-Suckles.
© Robert Crawford
The sweet dew in the honey-suckle flowers
Tastes of the morning; to Love's palate still
Are tender thoughts so all-delicious too.
Sonnet XI: Tears, Vows, and Prayers
© Samuel Daniel
Tears, vows, and prayers win the hardest heart:
Tears, vows, and prayers have I spent in vain;
Sensitiveness
© John Henry Newman
Time was I shrank from what was right,
From fear of what was wrong;
I would not brave the sacred fight
Because the foe was strong.
The Old Days - And The New
© Alice Guerin Crist
Mid wattle scents and sounds of Spring,
The old man, dreaming in his chair,
Is back where skylarks soar and sing
In sunshine, oer the hills of Clare.
