Love poems
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Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie
© Richard Lovelace
It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris
For ever ecchoes, and her glories;
Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse,
That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse;
Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts
© Hannah More
PART I.
Florio, a youth of gay renown,
Penny Pieces
© Charles Lamb
"I keep it, dear papa, within my glove."
"You do-what sum then usually, my love,
Is there deposited? I make no doubt,
Some penny pieces you are not without."
After Long Grief
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs
And dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps;
The Song Of Theodolinda
© George Meredith
Mark the skeleton of fire
Lightening from its thunder-roof:
So comes this that saw expire
Him we love, for our behoof!
Red of heat, O white of heat,
This from off the Cross we greet.
Sick Room
© Langston Hughes
How quiet
It is in this sick room
Where on the bed
A silent woman lies between two lovers-
Life and Death,
And all three covered with a sheet of pain.
De Profundis
© George MacDonald
When I am dead unto myself, and let,
O Father, thee live on in me,
Contented to do nought but pay my debt,
And leave the house to thee,
Peter Walking Upon The Water
© John Newton
A Word from Jesus calms the sea,
The stormy wind controls;
And gives repose and liberty
To tempest-tossed souls.
Miss Edith's Modest Request
© Francis Bret Harte
But Papa said if I was good I could ask you--alone by myself--
If you wouldn't write me a book like that little one up on the shelf.
I don't mean the pictures, of course, for to make THEM you've got to
be smart
But the reading that runs all around them, you know,--just the
easiest part.
Les Chats (Cats)
© Charles Baudelaire
Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.
Decalogue Of The Artist
© Gabriela Mistral
V. You shall not seek beauty at carnival or fair
or offer your work there, for beauty is virginal
and is not to be found at carnival or fair.
Hesper
© John Le Gay Brereton
Not till the sun, that brings to birth
The myriad marvels of the earth
Sonnet 70: My Muse May well Grudge
© Sir Philip Sidney
My Muse may well grudge at my heav'nly joy,
If still I force her in sad rimes to creep:
She oft hath drunk my tears, now hopes t'enjoy
Nectar of mirth, since I Jove's cup do keep.
Evangeline: Part The Second. II.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,
Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,
Twilight and I Went Hand in Hand
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Twilight and I went hand in hand,
As lovers walk in shining Mays,
O'er musky, memory-haunted ways,
Across a lonely harvest-land,
Where west winds chanted in the wheat
An old, old vesper wondrous sweet.
Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith
© Robert Bloomfield
'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'
Gnothi Seauton
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Then bear thyself, O man!
Up to the scale and compass of thy guest;
Soul of thy soul.
Be great as doth beseem
The ambassador who bears
The royal presence where he goes.
