Love poems
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The Count Of Griers
© William Cullen Bryant
At morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands;
He sees afar the glory that lights the mountain lands;
The horned crags are shining, and in the shade between
A pleasant Alpine valley lies beautifully green.
The Lament Of Tasso
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Long years!--It tries the thrilling frame to bear
And eagle-spirit of a child of Song--
Long years of outrage, calumny, and wrong;
The Wasps
© Arthur Symons
The wasps are buzzing, the earth smells,
I love to hear then! when they buzz
On the Baptized Ethiopian
© Richard Crashaw
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope
To wash an Ethiop :
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade
For his white soul is made :
And now, I doubt not, the Eternal Dove
A black-faced house will love.
The Columbiad: Book II
© Joel Barlow
High o'er his world as thus Columbus gazed,
And Hesper still the changing scene emblazed,
Round all the realms increasing lustre flew,
And raised new wonders to the Patriarch's view.
Return
© John Wilmot
Absent from thee, I languish still;
Then ask me not, When I return?
The straying fool 'twill plainly kill
To wish all day, all night to mourn.
The Lover Pleads
© Jean Ingelow
The shadows wax, the low light alters,
Gold west fades, and false heart falters.
The pity of it!-Love's a rover,
The last word said, and all over.
On A Picture
© Jean Ingelow
As a forlorn soul waiting by the Styx
Dimly expectant of lands yet more dim,
Might peer afraid where shadows change and mix
Till the dark ferryman shall come for him.
He Makes An End
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What shall I tell you, dear, who have told all,
What do, whose wish, whose will is manacled,
What dare, whose duty at your festival
Is but to light the candles round Love's bed?
The Cliffs
© Henry Lawson
They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;
And I long to wander and dream and doubt
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out.
It Is Good
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Eve near him,-she, too, fell asleep.
There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,
God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.-
When this He saw, He cried:-'Tis Good!!!
And scarce could move from where He stood.
When the Bush Begins to Speak
© Henry Lawson
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
Libera Me
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, befriend!
Long have I served thine altars, serve me now at the end,
Let me have peace of thee, truce of thee, golden one, send.
The Dedication To A Book Of Stories Selected From The Irish Novelists
© William Butler Yeats
There was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;
And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON A LOST OPPORTUNITY
We might, if you had willed, have conquered Heaven.
Once only in our lives before the gate
Of Paradise we stood, one fortunate even,
Youth And Age. (Sonnet III.)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oh give me back the days when loose and free
To my blind passion were the curb and rein,
The Complaint Of The Goddess Of The Glaciers To Doctor Darwin
© Helen Maria Williams
WHILE o'er the Alpine cliffs I musing stray'd,
And gaz'd on nature, in her charms severe,
The last soft beam of parting day display'd
The Glacier-Goddess, on her crystal sphere.
