Love poems
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Address
© Francis Bret Harte
(OPENING OF THE CALIFORNIA THEATRE, SAN FRANCISCO, JANUARY 19, 1870)
Brief words, when actions wait, are well:
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue I
© John Kenyon
Yet the heart vents still more indignant blame,
Where Lawgivers their sullen codes proclaim,
And idly would constrain the creed within,
As if Belief were Crime, and ToleranceSin.
The Bank Clerk
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'D LIKE to be a bank clerk, and sit inside a cage,
I'd like to take and hoard away the toiler's weekly wage;
I 'd like to sit behind a drawer with gold and greenbacks lined,
I 'd like to read the writing on the checks rich men have signed,
It must be nice to shut up shop at 3 and cease to fret,
And then I wish that I could have the holidays they get.
The Gourd
© John Newton
As once for Jonah, so the Lord
To soothe and cheer my mournful hours,
Prepared for me a pleasing gourd,
Cool was its shade, and sweet its flow'rs.
Heliodorus In The Temple
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A sound of woe in Salem! - mournful cries
Rose from her dwellings - youthful cheeks were pale,
Tears flowing fast from dim and aged eyes,
And voices mingling in tumultuous wail;
Hands raised to heaven in agony of prayer,
And powerless wrath, and terror, and despair.
A Dream Of Sappho
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``Stranger! the voice that trembles in your ear,
You would have placed, had you been fancy--free,
First in the chorus of the happiest sphere,
The home of deified mortality:
English Eclogues V - The Witch
© Robert Southey
FATHER.
'Tis rare good luck;
I would have gladly given a crown for one
If t'would have done as well. But where did'st find it?
The Heart Of Man
© Arthur Symons
You say that you love me,
And why should we ever part?
Do you think to move me
With words that I know by heart?
Song. Hope
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
And said I that all hope was fled,
That sorrow and despair were mine,
That each enthusiast wish was dead,
Had sank beneath pale Miserys shrine.--
The Glowworm
© Madison Julius Cawein
How long had I sat there and had not beheld
The gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!...
If Only
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If I might only love my God and die!
But now He bids me love Him and live on,
The Whistler
© Virna Sheard
Throughout the sunny day he whistled on his way--
Oh high and low, and gay and sweet,
The Spendthrift
© Edgar Albert Guest
HE died a poor man, so they say,
Few were the dollars stored away
The Portrait
© Madison Julius Cawein
In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelier
Uprummaged. When and where was never clear
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 4
© Publius Vergilius Maro
BUT anxious cares already seizd the queen:
She fed within her veins a flame unseen;
Out For A Walk
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The margins of the forest are beautiful,
as if painted onto the green slopes.
Love
© Charles Harpur
SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips
The live confession came, like rich perfume
The Prism
© George MacDonald
A pool of broken sunbeams lay
Upon the passage-floor,
Radiant and rich, profound and gay
As ever diamond bore.
Nature And the Book
© Alfred Austin
I closed the book. The summer shower
In smiling dimples ebbed away,
But still on leaf, and blade, and flower,
The fallen raindrops glistening lay.
