Love poems
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Parody of a Translation from the Medea of Euripides
© Samuel Johnson
Ere shall they not, who resolute explore
Times gloomy backward with judicious eyes;
And scanning right the practice of yore,
Shall deem our hoar progenitors unwise.
Love's Anguish
© Marian Osborne
SHALL I with lethal draughts drowse every thought
And let the days pass by with silent tread,
An AutumnBlooming Rose
© Alfred Austin
I found, and plucked, an autumn-blooming rose,
And shut my eyes, and scented all its savour:
When lo! as in the month the blackthorn blows,
Lambs 'gan to bleat, and merle and lark to quaver.
Anhelli - Chapter 1
© Juliusz Slowacki
Exiles came to the land of Siberia, and having chosen a broad site they built a
wooden house that they might dwell together in concord and brotherly love; and
there were of them about a thousand men of various stations in life.
Violets
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LET them lie, yes, let them lie,
They'll be dead to-morrow:
Lift the lid up quietly
As you'd lift the mystery
Of a shrouded sorrow.
A Parting Health
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, we knew we must lose him,--though friendship may claim
To blend her green leaves with the laurels of fame;
Though fondly, at parting, we call him our own,
'T is the whisper of love when the bugle has blown.
Sea-Mews In Winter Time
© Jean Ingelow
I walked beside a dark gray sea.
And said, "O world, how cold thou art!
Thou poor white world, I pity thee,
For joy and warmth from thee depart.
Driftwood
© Sara Teasdale
MY forefathers gave me
My spirit's shaken flame,
The shape of hands, the beat of heart,
The letters of my name.
To Professor And Mrs. J.S. Blackie
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
If Time that feeds love dies to die no more,
Immortal hours, dear friends, were yours and mine;
The Face That Launch'd A Thousand Ships
© Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Song #10.
© Robert Crawford
The dew fell on her upturned brow
That is as white's the lily;
The moonlight in her yellow hair,
In her hand a daffodilly;
The Three Gossips' Wager
© Jean de La Fontaine
AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I take up this vain parable
And ravel out its issue? Heaven and Hell,
The principles of good and evil thought,
Embodied in our lives, have blindly fought
Sweet Valley, Say
© James Thomson
Sweet valley, say, where, pensive lying,
For me, our children, England, sighing,
Prologue To Mallet's Mustapha
© James Thomson
Since Athens first began to draw mankind,
To picture life, and show the impassion'd mind;
The truly wise have ever deem'd the stage
The moral school of each enlighten'd age.
A poem, Sacred to the Glorious memory of King George
© Richard Savage
He said.-Again, with Majesty refin'd,
Up-wing'd to Realms of Bliss, th'Ætherial Mind.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: X
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON HER FORGIVENESS OF A WRONG
This is not virtue. To forgive were great
If love were in the issue and not gold.
But wrongs there are 'tis treason to forget,
April Dusk
© Patrick Kavanagh
April dusk
It is tragic to be a poet now
And not a lover
Paradised under the mutest bough.
