Love poems
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To Henry, Written to a Russian Air
© Amelia Opie
How I hail this morn's appearing!
It will thee, my love, restore:
Safety danger past endearing,
Sure we meet to part no more!
O Navio Negreiro Part 2 (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Que importa do nauta o berço,
Donde é filho, qual seu lar?
Supper at the Mill
© Jean Ingelow
Frances.
Well, good mother, how are you?
M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:
I think 'tis mostly warm on market-days.
I met with George behind the mill: said he,
"Mother, go in and rest a while."
Poetry And Reality
© Jane Taylor
THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
The Massacre Of The Bards
© Mary Hannay Foott
The sunlight from the sky is swept,
But, over Snowdons summit kept,
The Old Sailor
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
I've crossed the bar at last, mates,
My longest voyage is done;
The Awakening
© James Weldon Johnson
I dreamed that I was a rose
That grew beside a lonely way,
Close by a path none ever chose,
And there I lingered day by day.
The Darling
© Joseph Skipsey
Misfortune is a darling, ever
Most faithful to the minstrel race;
Let low-bred wretches shun them, never
Yet acted she a part so base.
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
Songs Set To Music: 12. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Since my words, though ne'er so tender,
With sincerest truth express'd,
Cannot make your heart surrender,
Nor so much as warm your breast;
A Daughter Of The States
© Madison Julius Cawein
She has the eyes of some barbarian Queen
Leading her wild tribes into battle; eyes,
Wherein th' unconquerable soul defies,
And Love sits throned, imperious and serene.
The Wind
© Mathilde Blind
ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind
Went sweeping on, and with his sobs and shrieks
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto V.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Venus Victrix
Fatal in force, yet gentle in will,
Defeats, from her, are tender pacts,
For, like the kindly lodestone, still
She's drawn herself by what she attracts.
The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.
© Sidney Lanier
By the Eldest Grandson.
Of Three Children
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Nor prince nor peer of fairyland
Had power to weave that wide riband
Of the grey, the gold, the green.
In Durance
© Ezra Pound
(1907)
1 am homesick after mine own kind,
Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces,
But I am homesick after mine own kind.
The Henchman
© John Greenleaf Whittier
My lady walks her morning round,
My lady's page her fleet greyhound,
My lady's hair the fond winds stir,
And all the birds make songs for her.
Calgary Station
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,
These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;
Dumb with the awe of those whom fate has hurled,
Breathless, upon the threshold of a world!
