Love poems
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A Gage DAmour
© Henry Austin Dobson
Charles,for it seems you wish to know,
You wonder what could scare me so,
The Brook
© Alfred Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
The Soldier
© John Clare
Home furthest off grows dearer from the way;
And when the army in the Indias lay
Clouds
© Charles Heavysege
Hushed in a calm beyond mine utterance,
See in the western sky the evening spread;
Out Of The Hitherwhere
© James Whitcomb Riley
Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon--
The land that the Lord's love rests upon;
Growing Old
© Anonymous
Is it parting with the roundness
Of the smoothly moulded cheek?
Is it losing from the dimples
Half the flashing joy they speak?
Eclogue 2: Alexis
© Publius Vergilius Maro
The shepherd Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
At End Of A Holiday
© Roderic Quinn
"LEAVES and brambles from hill and hollow
Come and gather!" the children cried;
"The sun goes down, and the night will follow,
A moonless night on the dark hillside."
Pole-Vellum, Cornwall
© William Lisle Bowles
A PICTURESQUE COTTAGE AND GROUNDS BELONGING TO J. LEMON, ESQ.
Stranger! mark this lovely scene,
The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire
© Jean Ingelow
(1571.)
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower,
The Song of the Mad Prince
© Walter de la Mare
WHO said, " Peacock Pie " ?
The old King to the sparrow :
Who said, " Crops are ripe " ?
Rust to the harrow :
Who said, " Where sleeps she now ?
Times Changes In A Household
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
They were as fair and bright a band as ever filled with pride
Parental hearts whose task it was children beloved to guide;
And every care that love upon its idols bright may shower
Was lavished with impartial hand upon each fair young flower.
The Lyre Of Anacreon
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE minstrel of the classic lay
Of love and wine who sings
Still found the fingers run astray
That touched the rebel strings.
Isaura
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play?
"What play?" Why, this old play of winning hearts!
Nay, now, lift not thine eyes in that feigned way:
'Tis all in vainI know thee and thine arts.
Horizons
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LOVE to gaze along the horizon's verge--
To strain my sight where steeped in golden-gray
The sun-illumined vapors gently surge,
To melt in measureless distances away.
Under A Flowering Tree
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Under a flowering Tree
I sat with my dearest Love.
Night flowered in stars above
And the heart was a--flower in me.
Your Honeymoon Will Last
© George Ade
She:
When I settle with my hubby
In our little home,
He must not be wild and clubby,
He must never roam.
Hymn XXII: Behold the Saviour of Mankind
© Charles Wesley
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for thee!
To My Native Land
© Jens Baggesen
Thou spot of earth, where from the breast of woe
My eye first rose, and in the purple glow
Of morning, and the dewy smile of love,
Marked the first gloamings of the Power above:
