Love poems
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Forget not Yet the Tried Intent
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
Forget not yet the tried intentOf such a truth as I have meant;My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet.
159. Song-My Lord a-Hunting he is gane
© Robert Burns
Chorus.—MY lady’s gown, there’s gairs upon’t,
And gowden flowers sae rare upon’t;
But Jenny’s jimps and jirkinet,
My lord thinks meikle mair upon’t.
The Two Doves
© Wright Elizur
Two doves once cherish'd for each other The love that brother hath for brother
The Lark and Her Young Ones with the Owner of a Field
© Wright Elizur
"Depend upon yourself alone," Has to a common proverb grown
The Animals Sick of the Plague
© Wright Elizur
The sorest ill that Heaven hath Sent on this lower world in wrath,-- The plague (to call it by its name,) One single day of which Would Pluto's ferryman enrich,-- Waged war on beasts, both wild and tame
To a Sicilian Boy
© Wratislaw Theodore William Graf
Love, I adore the contours of thy shape,Thine exquisite breasts and arms adorable;The wonders of thy heavenly throat compelSuch fire of love as even my dreams escape:I love thee as the sea-foam loves the cape,Or as the shore the sea's enchanting spell:In sweets the blossoms of thy mouth excelThe tenderest bloom of peach or purple grape
In the Ball-room
© Wratislaw Theodore William Graf
Here where the swaying dancers float,The heady perfume swimming roundYour slender arms and virginal throatThrills me though riper loves abound.
145. Song-Yon Wild Mossy Mountains
© Robert Burns
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o’ the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro’ the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
140. Masonic Song-Ye Sons of Old Killie
© Robert Burns
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
Yarrow Visited. September, 1814
© William Wordsworth
And is this--Yarrow?--This the streamOf which my fancy cherished,So faithfully, a waking dream?An image that hath perished!O that some Minstrel's harp were near,To utter notes of gladness,And chase this silence from the air,That fills my heart with sadness!
Yet why?--a silvery current flowsWith uncontrolled meanderings;Nor have these eyes by greener hillsBeen soothed, in all my wanderings
137. Song-Farewell to the Banks of Ayr
© Robert Burns
THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast,
Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,
136. Prayer-O Thou Dread Power
© Robert Burns
O THOU dread Power, who reign’st above,
I know thou wilt me hear,
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make this prayer sincere.
131. Song-Willie Chalmers
© Robert Burns
WI’ braw new branks in mickle pride,
And eke a braw new brechan,
Three Years She Grew
© William Wordsworth
Three years she grew in sun and shower,Then Nature said, "A lovelier flowerOn earth was never sown;This Child I to myself will take;She shall be mine, and I will makeA Lady of my own.
Sonnets from The River Duddon: After-Thought
© William Wordsworth
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,As being past away
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle upon the Restoration of Lord Clifford, the Shepherd, to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors
© William Wordsworth
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.--The words of ancient time I thus translate,A festal strain that hath been silent long:--
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
© William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:
