Love poems
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I See Thee Not
© George MacDonald
Yes, Master, when thou comest thou shalt find
A little faith on earth, if I am here!
Thou know'st how oft I turn to thee my mind.
How sad I wait until thy face appear!
Farewell And Defiance To Love
© John Clare
Love and thy vain employs, away
From this too oft deluded breast!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION
Why should I hate you, love, or why despise
For that last proof of tenderness you gave?
The battle is not always to the brave,
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!
Who said that care behind the horseman sits?
The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,
Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits.
Book Of Suleika - These Tufted Branches
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THESE tufted branches fair
Observe, my loved one, well!
To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
To fancy all the world beside.
A Rejected Lover To His Mistress (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
The love that was too poor to purchase you
Is rich enough to buy each noble thing,
The Old Burying-Ground
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,
Our hills are maple-crowned;
But not from them our fathers chose
The village burying-ground.
Midsummer In The South
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,
And all her fragrant south winds say,
With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,
Of unimaginable thought;
The Miracle of Purun Bhagat
© Rudyard Kipling
The night we felt the earth would move
We stole and plucked him by the hand,
Because we loved him with the love
That knows but cannot understand.
The Young Friar
© Alfred Noyes
When leaves broke out on the wild briar,
And bells for matins rung,
Sorrow came to the old friar
Hundreds of years ago it was!
And May came to the young.
Charity
© Victor Marie Hugo
"Lo! I am Charity," she cries,
"Who waketh up before the day;
While yet asleep all nature lies,
God bids me rise and go my way."
The Cageing Of Ares
© George Meredith
[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed
Italy : 32. National Prejudices
© Samuel Rogers
'Another Assassination! This venerable City,' I ex-
claimed, 'what is it, but as it began, a nest of robbers
and murderers? We must away at sunrise, Luigi.' --
But before sunrise I had reflected a little, and in the
Sweethearts Wait on Every Shore
© Henry Lawson
SHE SITS beside the tinted tide,
Thats reddened by the tortured sand;
And through the East, to ocean wide,
A vessel sails from sight of land.
Sonnet XXXII. To Melancholy
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on the banks of the Arun, Oct. 1785.
WHEN latest Autumn spreads her evening veil,
And the grey mists from these dim waves arise,
I love to listen to the hollow sighs,
"I am no mystic. All the ways of God"
© Lesbia Harford
I am no mystic. All the ways of God
Are dark to me.
I know not if he lived or if he died
In agony.
A Womans Sonnets: III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Where is the pride for which I once was blamed,
My vanity which held its head so high?
Who would believe them, seeing me thus tamed,
Thus subject, here as at thy feet I lie,
Lettice
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I said to Lettice, our sister Lettice,
While drooped and glistened her eyelash brown,
"Your man's a poor man, a cold and dour man,
There's many a better about our town."
