Love poems
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Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
© John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
A Question
© Alfred Austin
Love, wilt thou love me still when wintry streak
Steals on the tresses of autumnal brow;
The Clock of The Universe
© George MacDonald
A clock aeonian, steady and tall,
With its back to creation's flaming wall,
The Mystic Trumpeter
© Walt Whitman
I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, I catch thy notes,
Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,
Now low, subdued-now in the distance lost.
Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight
© William Wordsworth
WHO fancied what a pretty sight
This Rock would be if edged around
With living snow-drops? circlet bright!
How glorious to this orchard-ground!
Who loved the little Rock, and set
Upon its head this coronet?
Three Poems
© Ralph Hodgson
I
Babylon where I go dreaming
When I weary of to-day,
Weary of a world grown gray.
Improvisation
© Boris Pasternak
I fed out of my hand a flock of keys
To clapping of wings and shrill cries in flight.
Absence, Hear Thou my Protestation
© John Hoskins
Absence, hear thou my protestation
Against thy strength,
Distance and length:
Do what thou canst for alteration;
For hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth join, and time doth settle.
Spirit Of Song
© Thomas Bracken
Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,
Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?
A Dream -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
In the temple of Mahakal
The evening prayer bell rang
The crowded roads were now empty
The dusk was falling
And the rooftops were glowing
With the rays of setting sun.
Italian Myrtles
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
By many a soft Ligurian bay
The myrtles glisten green and bright,
Gleam with their flowers of snow by day,
And glow with fire-flies through the night,
And yet, despite the cold and heat,
Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.
The Ways Of Death Are Soothing And Serene
© William Ernest Henley
The ways of Death are soothing and serene,
And all the words of Death are grave and sweet.
From camp and church, the fireside and the street,
She beckons forth and strife and song have been.
Ode To Happiness
© James Russell Lowell
Spirit, that rarely comest now
And only to contrast my gloom,
Faqirana Aye Sada Kar chale ( With English Translation)
© Meer Taqi Meer
faqirana aye sada kar chale
miyan khush raho ham dua kar chale
PARADOX. That Fruition destroyes Love
© Henry King
Love is our Reasons Paradox, which still
Against the judgment doth maintain the Will:
And governs by such arbitrary laws,
It onely makes the Act our Likings cause:
