Love poems
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A Border Burn
© Alfred Austin
Where Autumn runnels fret and foam
Past banks of amber fern,
Since track was none I chanced to roam
Along a Border burn.
The Ballad Of The Emeu
© Francis Bret Harte
Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green--
So charming and rurally true--
A singular bird, with a manner absurd,
Which they call the Australian Emeu?
Have you
Ever seen this Australian Emeu?
Antony's Friend.
© Robert Crawford
Bring me my robes and crown!
I must make a brave end,
Charmian, fitting the renown
Of Antony's friend.
Lines Written Beneath A Picture
© George Gordon Byron
Dear object of defeated care!
Though now of Love and thee bereft,
To reconcile me with despair,
Thing image and any tears are left.
Lars
© Celia Thaxter
"Tell us a story of these Isles," they said,
The daughters of the West, whose eyes had seen
For the first time the circling sea, instead
Of the blown prairie's waves of grassy green:
A Billet Doux
© George Moses Horton
My brightest hopes are mix'd with tears,
Like hues of light and gloom;
As when mid sun-shine rain appears,
Love rises with a thousand fears,
Adventurers
© Lesbia Harford
This morning I got up before the sun
Had seized the hill,
And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, past each one
In sleep laid still.
Son, Thou Must Love Me
© Paul Verlaine
"Son, thou must love me! See" my Saviour said,
"My heart that glows and bleeds, my wounded side,
My hurt feet that the Magdalene, wet-eyed,
Clasps kneeling, and my tortured arms outspread
Untitled Poem - III
© Alan Dugan
Why feel guilty because the death of a lover causes lust?
It is only an animal urge to perpetuate the species,
Italy : 18. The Brides Of Venice
© Samuel Rogers
It was St. Mary's Eve, and all poured forth
As to some grand solemnity. The fisher
Came from his islet, bringing o'er the waves
His wife and little one; the husbandman
To The Child Jesus
© Henry Van Dyke
I
THE NATIVITY
Could every time-worn heart but see Thee once again,
A happy human child, among the homes of men,
The age of doubt would pass,the vision of Thy face
Would silently restore the childhood of the race.
Across The Lines
© Ethel Lynn Eliot Beers
Then the head her heart had pillowed,
Drooping laid it down to rest,
As calm as when in baby slumber
Its locks were cradled on her breast.
Memory's Mansion
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,
And I wander about them at will;
A Triolet
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
To commemorate the virtue of Homoeopathy in restoring one apparently drowned.
Love, that in a tear was drown'd,
Two Pictures
© Roderic Quinn
WE sat by an open window
And hearkened the sounds outside
The call of a lonely night-bird,
And the croon of a making tide.
