Love poems

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rise;
Not there the wise alone their entrance find,
Imparting useful light to mortals blind;
But, blind themselves, these erring guides hold out
Alluring lights to lead us far about;
Screen'd by such means, here Scandal whets her

The Bride

© Edgar Albert Guest

Little lady at the altar,

Vowing by God's book and psalter

Fragment of Ballad

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

How shall I sing? the thing I crave
To say is speechless as a Lover's trance.
How shall I give to thee
What even now is all so wholly thine
That but by losing thee in me
Or me in thee it never can be mine?

The Zucca

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

VII.
The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth
Had crushed it on her maternal breast

May

© John Shaw Neilson

Shyly the silver-hatted mushrooms make
Soft entrance through,
And undelivered lovers, half awake,
Hear noises in the dew

Words against Lesbia: to Furius and Aurelius

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

Furius and Aurelius, you friends of Catullus,

whether he penetrates farthest India,

Childhood

© Anne Bradstreet

Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,

A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,

Lohengrin: Proem

© Emma Lazarus

THE alert and valiant faith that could respond,
Upon life's threshold, to the highest call,
Unquestioning of what might lie beyond,
Courage afield and courtesy in hall,

Bel m'es can eu vei la brolha

© Bernard de Ventadorn

Ma mort remir, que jauzir
no.n posc ni no.n sui jauzire;
mas eu sui tan bos sofrire
c'atendre cuit per sofrir.

The Rosy Hour

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

And in that rosy rosy hour,
When bird sang out and scented flower,
Came words to me from heaven above:
"Awake, young heart, awake and love!"

The Pier-Glass

© Robert Graves

Lost manor where I walk continually

A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;

Song

© Duncan Campbell Scott

Creep into my heart, creep in, creep in,

Afar from the fret, the toil and the din,

"Sometimes I am too tired"

Sometimes I am too tired
To think of you.
Today was such a day,
But then I knew

'All Is Vanity, Saieth the Preacher'

I.

Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,

The Little Gable Window

There's a little gable window in a cottage far away,
Where a child in purple twilights used to softly kneel and pray,
While across the marge of evening fell the darkness, and the stars
Peeped in tender benediction over Heaven's silver bars.

The Building

Were our vision clearer far,
In this sin-dimmed world of ours,
Would we not more thankful be
For the love that sends us flowers?

Envy And Avarice

The only words that Avarice could utter,
Her constant doom, in a low, frightened mutter,
"There's not enough, enough, yet in my store!"
While Envy, as she scanned the glittering sight,
Groaned as she gnashed her yellow teeth with spite,
"She's more than me, more, still forever more!"