Love poems
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The Road Home
© Madison Julius Cawein
Over the hills, as the pewee flies,
Under the blue of the Southern skies;
Over the hills, where the red-bird wings
Like a scarlet blossom, or sits and sings:
Hymn For The Opening Of Plymouth Church, St. Paul, Minnesota
© John Greenleaf Whittier
All things are Thine: no gift have we,
Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee;
And hence with grateful hearts to-day,
Thy own before Thy feet we lay.
This Hymn Was Made By Sir H. Wotton, When He Was An Ambassador At Venice, In The Time of A Great Sic
© Sir Henry Wotton
Eternal Mover, whose diffused Glory,
To shew our groveling Reason what thou art,
Unfolds it self in Clouds of Natures story,
Where Man, thy proudest Creature, acts his part:
Whom yet (alas) I know not why, we call
The Worlds contracted sum, the little all.
The Angel's Kiss
© Alma Frances McCollum
WHEN darkness slowly fades from earth away,
And dawning shades are turning rosy gray,
An angel comes, and softly stooping low
Leaves on our lips a kiss, a blessed kiss,
Filled with protecting peace and heavenly bliss,
Which means, 'I guard you and I love you so.'
Microcosmography
© John Le Gay Brereton
He looks beyond the veils of night and day;
He hearkens in the silence, and has heard
Night Of Frost In May
© George Meredith
With splendour of a silver day,
A frosted night had opened May:
"When Spring Comes Back To England"
© Alfred Noyes
When Spring comes back to England
And crowns her brows with May,
'The Voice from Over Yonder'
© Henry Lawson
Did she care as much as I did
When our paths of Fate divided?
The Homestead
© John Greenleaf Whittier
AGAINST the wooded hills it stands,
Ghost of a dead home, staring through
Its broken lights on wasted lands
Where old-time harvests grew.
A Last Confession
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Our Lombard country-girls along the coast
Wear daggers in their garters: for they know
The Lyric Rose.
© Robert Crawford
What other work in the world have I
Than but to sing my song, and die?
No other work of hate or love
For hell below or heaven above!
Father And Lover.
© Robert Crawford
My father was a god before you came;
Now in another shrine I bow the knee,
E'en as my mother in her own love-dream
Did from her father turn to worship mine.
"A lady and I were walking"
© Lesbia Harford
A lady and I were walking
Where waters flow;
A lady and I were talking
Softly and slow.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto V.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III The Heart's Prophecies
Be not amazed at life; 'tis still
The mode of God with His elect
Their hopes exactly to fulfil,
In times and ways they least expect.
The London Lackpenny
© John Lydgate
To London once my steps I bent,
Where truth in no wise should be faint;
The Orphan's Song
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
I had a little bird,
I took it from the nest;
I prest it, and blest it,
And nurst it in my breast.
