Love poems
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Sacred to the Memory of Unknown
© Henry Lawson
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still,
While the sun goes down in glory
The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.
© James Beattie
I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain
Jewelled Offering
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Jewelled offering bring I none,
Jade or pearl or precious stone,
Urn of crystal, bale of spice,
Unguent culled in Paradise,
"And Yet It Is A Gentle Art!"
© Franklin Pierce Adams
(Parody is a genre frowned upon by your professors
of literature... And yet it is a gentle art--
"The Point of View" in May _Scribner's_.)
At Dusk
© Henry Kendall
AT DUSK, like flowers that shun the day,
Shy thoughts from dim recesses break,
And plead for words I dare not say
For your sweet sake.
King And Father
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Mountains and vales, how ye quake 'neath His tread
Wake from your slumbers, He calls, O ye dead!
The Girl He Left Behind
© Edgar Albert Guest
We used to think her frivolousyou know how
parents are,
From The Garden of Heaven
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
And when the spirit of Hafiz has fled,
Follow his bier with a tribute of sighs;
Though the ocean of sin has closed o'er his head,
He may find a place in God's Paradise.
To--
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BELOVÈD! in this holy hush of night,
I know that thou art looking to the South,
Fair face and cordial brow bathed in the light
Of tender Heavens, and o'er thy delicate mouth
The Earth Laments for Day
© Henry Kendall
THERES music wafting on the air,
The evening winds are sighing
Among the treesand yonder stream
Is mournfully replying,
Lamenting loud the sunny light
That in the west is dying.
Femina Contra Mundum
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The sun was black with judgment, and the moon
Blood: but between
I saw a man stand, saying: 'To me at least
The grass is green.
Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister to Mr. C. Cotton
© Richard Lovelace
Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take
To follow her in life, else through this lake
Of Nature wade, and breake her earthly bars,
Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars,
Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline,
Where round you love and joy for ever shine.
The Nightingale
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
And bids the solitary star
Shine in pale beauty from afar;
Rime 208
© Gaspara Stampa
Love made me such that I live in fire
like a new salamander on earth
or like that other rare creature, the Phoenix,
who expires and rises at the same time
Middle Harbour
© John Le Gay Brereton
Lonely wonder, delight past hoping!
Sky-line broken by stirring trees,
Grey rocks hither and shoreward sloping,
Silent bracken about my knees.
The Three Warnings
© Hester Lynch Piozzi
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
Hymn For The Two Hundredth Anniversary Of Kings Chapel
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
O'ERSHADOWED by the walls that climb,
Piled up in air by living hands,
A rock amid the waves of time,
Our gray old house of worship stands.
Farmer Whipple--Bachelor
© James Whitcomb Riley
It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,
Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--
A-lookin' glad and smilin'! And they's none o' you can say
That you can guess the reason why I feel so good to-day!
