Love poems
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Ode
© John Dryden
Now all those charms, that blooming grace,
That well-proportioned shape, and beauteous face,
Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes;
In earth the much-lamented virgin lies!
Not wit nor piety could Fate prevent;
The Medal
© John Dryden
Thus inborn broils the factions would engage,
Or wars of exiled heirs, or foreign rage,
Till halting vengeance overtook our age,
And our wild labours, wearied into rest,
Reclined us on a rightful monarch's breast.
Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow
© John Dryden
Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When passion is decay'd?
Song From Marriage-A-La-Mode
© John Dryden
Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now,
When passion is decayed?
Absalom And Achitophel
© John Dryden
Him staggering so when Hell's dire agent found,
While fainting virtue scarce maintain'd her ground,
He pours fresh forces in, and thus replies:
Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor!
© John Dryden
Farewell, ungrateful traitor!
Farewell, my perjur'd swain!
Let never injur'd woman
Believe a man again.
Hidden Flame
© John Dryden
Feed a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me:
'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.
A Song From The Italian
© John Dryden
(LIMBERHAM: OR, THE KIND KEEPER)By a dismal cypress lying,
Damon cried, all pale and dying,
Kind is death that ends my pain,
But cruel she I lov'd in vain.
Mac Flecknoe
© John Dryden
All human things are subject to decay,
And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey:
This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, young
Was call'd to empire, and had govern'd long:
For The Moment
© Pierre Reverdy
Just one beam is enough
Just one burst of laughter
My joy that shakes the house
Restrains those wanting to die
By the notes of its song
Feckless With Disgust
© Jerome Rothenberg
All erasure of pain
is like the contrary of
dust that weighs
dark in my lungs
I Will Not Eat My Poem
© Jerome Rothenberg
I kill for pleasure
not for gain.
A man much more
than you my hands
Refuted
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
So with the deeper joys of which I dreamed:
Life yields more rapture than did childhoods fancies,
And each year brings more pleasure than I waited.
Friendship proves truer than of old it seemed,
And, all beyond youths passion-hued romances,
Love is more perfect than anticipated.
Over The Alley
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Here in my office I sit and write
Hour on hour, and day on day,
With no one to speak to from morn till night,
Though I have a neighbour just over the way.
Perished
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I called to the summer sun,
Come over the hills to-day!
Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run,
And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away.
New And Old
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Upon its shroud there hung the graves green mould,
About it hung the odour of the dead;
Yet from its cavernous eyes such light was shed
That all my life seemed gilded, as with gold;
Unto the trembling new love Go, I said,
I do not need thee, for I have the old.
Music In The Flat
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The second morning I had been for half and hour or more
At work on Haydns masses, when a tap came at my door.
A nurse, who wore a dainty cap and apron, and a smile,
Ran down to ask if I would cease my music for awhile.
The lady in the flat above was very ill, she said,
And the sound of my piano was distracting to her head.
Beppo
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve,
Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast,
I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieve
Or feel the olden ennui and unrest.
Love's Supremacy
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
As yon great Sun in his supreme condition
Absorbs small worlds and makes them all his own,
So does my love absorb each vain ambition
Each outside purpose which my life has known.
Recompense
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Straight through my heart this fact to-day,
By Truths own hand is driven:
God never takes one thing away,
But something else is given.
