Love poems
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Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part IV.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
High grew the snow beneath the low-hung sky,
And all was silent in the Wilderness;
In trance of stillness Nature heard her God
Rebuilding her spent fires, and veil'd her face
While the Great Worker brooded o'er His work.
Ballade Of The Bookworm
© Andrew Lang
Fate, that art Queen by shore and sea,
We bow submissive to thy will,
Ah grant, by some benign decree,
The Books I loved--to love them still.
Error And Loss
© William Morris
Upon an eve I sat me down and wept,
Because the world to me seemed nowise good;
Song III
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O! YOUR eyes are deep and tender,
O! your charmèd voice is low,
But I've found your beauty's splendor
All a mockery and a show;
Jeptha's Daughter
© George Gordon Byron
Since our Country, our God -- Oh, my Sire!
Demand that thy Daughter expire;
Since thy triumph was brought by thy vow--
Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now!
Eternity Of Love Protested
© Thomas Carew
How ill doth he deserve a lover's name,
Whose pale weak flame
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
© Emily Dickinson
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Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
Senlin: A Biography Pt 02: His Futile Preoccupations
© Conrad Aiken
Vine leaves tap my window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chips in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.
Love #2.
© Robert Crawford
The small, white, soft hand of a maid can shoot
A bolt will bar a giant's way; and, oh!
The dreamy Love is a unique magician,
That, tender as the maiden's lily hand,
Is yet as sinewy retentive as
The bolt that bars the giant's way.
Lullaby
© Horace Smith
Sleep, little baby, sleep, love, sleep!
Evening is coming, and night is nigh;
Under the lattice the little birds cheep,
All will be sleeping by and by.
Sleep, little baby, sleep.
The Little Fauns To Proserpine
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
BROWNER than the hazel-husk, swifter than the wind,
Though you turn from heath and hill, we are hard behind,
Singing, "Ere the sorrows rise, ere the gates unclose
Bind above your wistful eyes the memory of a rose."
Elegy On Partridge
© Jonathan Swift
Well; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guess'd,
Though we all took it for a jest:
The Dream by the Fountain
© Charles Harpur
Bright was her brow, not the mornings brow brighter,
But her eyes were two midnights of passionate thought;
Light was her motion, the breezes not lighter,
And her looks were like sunshine and shadow in-wrought.
A Womans Sonnets: I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If the past year were offered me again,
With choice of good and ill before me set.
Should I be wiser for the bliss and pain
And dare to choose that we had never met?
Hyperion. Book III
© John Keats
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,
Amazed were those Titans utterly.
Bequest
© Emily Dickinson
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
Ajanta
© Muriel Rukeyser
CAME in my full youth to the midnight cave
nerves ringing; and this thing I did alone.
To A Lady Upon A Looking-Glass Sent
© James Shirley
When this crystal shall present
Your beauty to your eye,
