Love poems
/ page 142 of 1285 /Lines To A Withered Leaf Seen On A Poet's Table
© Jones Very
Poet's hand has placed thee there,
Autumn's brown and withered scroll!
Though to outward eye not fair,
Thou hast beauty for the soul,
Ireland
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
'Twas the dream of a God,
And the mould of His hand,
That you shook 'neath His stroke,
That you trembled and broke
To Revery
© Madison Julius Cawein
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought,
What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose,
Untitled 5
© Owen Suffolk
An exile captive, severed from his home,
Torn from the friends he loved in life's sweet spring;
Heart-broken toils, while still his sad thoughts roam
Back to the past which now no joys can bring;
Vainly he seeks compassion and relief
In human hearts around, to cheer of soothe his grief.
The Midnight Mass
© Ada Cambridge
THE light lay trembling in a silver bar
Along the western borders of the sky;
From out the shadowy dome a little star
Stole forth to keep its patient watch on high;
And night came down, with solemn, soft embrace,
On storied Brittany.
Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore
© Louise Imogen Guiney
THERE in his room, wheneer the moon looks in,
And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,
Love's Rose
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts,
Live not through the waste of time!
Loves rose a host of thorns invests;
Love Magical
© Roderic Quinn
IF you had been where I have been
(Grey, grey the skies above),
And you had seen what I have seen,
You would not laugh at love.
Who Hath Ears To Hear Let Him Hear
© Jones Very
The sun doth not the hidden place reveal,
Whence pours at morn his golden flood of light;
The Unmarried Mother
© France Preseren
What was the need of you, little one,
My baby dear, my darling son,
To me - a girl, a foolish young thing,
A mother without a wedding ring?
A Womans Sonnets: VIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I sue thee not for pity on my case.
If I have sinned, the judgment has begun.
My joy was but one day of all the days,
And clouds have blotted it and hid the sun.
My Friend
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,
With living lips and eyes:
Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;
So pale, yet still so fair.
My Love Annie
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
SOFT of voice and light of hand
As the fairest in the land--
Who can rightly understand
My love Annie?
Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Each has his gifts, his losses and his gains,
Each his own share of pleasures and of pains;
No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued
Finds a smooth pathway all with roses strewed;
Trouble belongs to man of woman born,--
Tread where he may, his foot will find its thorn.
The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke
© Archibald MacLeish
The old men rake the yards for winter
Burning the autumn-fallen leaves.
We May Not Climb the Heavenly Steeps
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps
For Him who fills Heaven's throne.
Secret Flowers
© Katherine Mansfield
Is love a light for me? A steady light,
A lamp within whose pallid pool I dream
On The Vita Nuova Of Dante
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AS he that loves oft looks on the dear form
And guesses how it grew to womanhood,