Love poems
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God
© Sri Aurobindo
Thou who pervadest all the worlds below,
Yet sitst above,
Master of all who work and rule and know,
Servant of Love!
The Circling Hearths
© Roderic Quinn
MY Countrymen, though we are young as yet
With little history, nought to show
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How long they sat thus silent who shall say?
Griselda knew not. Time was far away;
She wanted courage to prepare her heart
For that last bitterest word of all, ``We part.''
And he cared naught for time. His Heaven was there,
Nor needed thought, nor speech, nor even prayer.
Book Of Hafis - To Hafis
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HAFIS, straight to equal thee,
One would strive in vain;
Not Love
© Augusta Davies Webster
I HAVE not yet I could have loved thee, sweet;
Nor know I wherefore, thou being all thou art,
The engrafted thought in me throve incomplete,
At Sunset
© Madison Julius Cawein
Into the sunset's turquoise marge
The moon dips, like a pearly barge
Enchantment sails through magic seas
To faeryland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.
The Retreat
© Henry King
Pursue no more (my thoughts!) that false unkind,
You may assoon imprison the North-wind;
Or catch the Lightning as it leaps; or reach
The leading billow first ran down the breach;
The Attribute of Venus
© William Shenstone
Yes; Fulvia is like Venus fair,
Has all her bloom, and shape, and air;
But still, to perfect every grace,
She wants-the smile upon her face.
Take Me Under Your Wing
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Take me under your wing,
be my mother, my sister.
Take my head to your breast,
my banished prayers to your nest.
The Purple Thread
© Katharine Lee Bates
"The priests distributed various coloured silken threads to weave for the veil of the sanctuary; and it fell to Mary's lot to weave purple."
The Book of the Bee, ch. XXXIV.
The Washers of the Shroud
© James Russell Lowell
Along a riverside, I know not where,
I walked one night in mystery of dream;
A chill creeps curdling yet beneath my hair,
To think what chanced me by the pallid gleam
Of a moon-wraith that waned through haunted air.
The Nobleman's Wedding
© William Allingham
I once was a guest at a Nobleman's wedding;
Fair was the Bride, but she scarce had been kind,
And now in our mirth, she had tears nigh the shedding
Her former true lover still runs in her mind.
Tekel
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East,
Then from the splendour and the shame of Rome--
The Oldest Inhabitant
© Augusta Davies Webster
"AND when came I to this town?" did he say!
A question asked for the asking's sake,
William House and Family
© Julia A Moore
Come all kind friends, both far and near,
Come listen to me and you shall hear -
It's of a family and their fate,
All about them I will relate.
The First Kiss
© Norman Rowland Gale
On Helens heart the day were night!
But I may not adventure there:
The Pride That Comes After
© Henry Lawson
It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,
The Irish Emigrants Mother
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
"Oh! come, my mother, come away, across the sea-green water;
Oh! come with me, and come with him, the husband of thy daughter;
Oh! come with us, and come with them, the sister and the brother,
Who, prattling climb thy ag'ed knees, and call thy daughter-mother.
