Love poems

Late Loved--Well Loved

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

He stood beside her in the dawn

  (And she his Dawn and she his Spring),

The Beautiful Beeshareen Boy

© Mathilde Blind

Beautiful, black-eyed boy,

 O lithe-limbed Beeshareen!

The Land Of The Living

© Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig

I know of a land
Where hair does not grey, and where time’s rule is banned,
Where sun does not burn, and where wave does not ring,
Where autumn embraces the blossoming spring,
Where morning and evening unceasingly dance
In noon’s brightest glance.

Flame And Snow

© Robert Laurence Binyon

The bare branches rose against the gray sky.
Under them, freshly fallen, snow shone to the eye.
Up the hill--slope, over the brow it shone,
Spreading an immaterial beauty to tread upon.

The Merchant Of Venice: A Legend Of Italy

© Richard Harris Barham

With a pack,
Like a sack
Of old clothes at his back,
And three hats on his head, Shylock came in a crack,
Saying, 'Rest you fair, Signior Antonio!- vat, pray,
Might your vorship be pleashed for to vant in ma vay!'

Oglethorpe

© Madison Julius Cawein

An Ode to be read on the laying of the foundation

stone of the new Oglethorpe University,

The Sphinx

© Edith Nesbit

THIS mystery of golden hair,

Of eyes and lips and bosom fair,

The Loadstone

© Francis Quarles

Eternal God! O Thou that only art

The sacred fountain of eternal light,

Arrival In Rome

© Frances Anne Kemble

Early in life, when hope seems prophecy,

  And strong desire can sometimes mould a fate,

From The Portuguese, 'Tu Mi Chamas'

© George Gordon Byron

In moments to delight devoted,
  'My life!' with tenderest tone you cry;
Dear words! on which my heart had doted,
  If youth could neither fade nor die.

The Lily

© William Blake

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

The Conversion Of St. Paul

© John Keble

The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare,
Broods o'er the hazy twinkling air:
  Along the level sand
The palm-tree's shade unwavering lies,
Just as thy towers, Damascus, rise
  To greet you wearied band.

Contrasted Songs: Remonstrance

© Jean Ingelow

Daughters of Eve! your mother did not well:
  She laid the apple in your father’s hand,
And we have read, O wonder! what befell,—­
  The man was not deceived, nor yet could stand:
He chose to lose, for love of her, his throne,—­
  With her could die, but could not live alone.

The Folk-Mote By The River

© William Morris

And now we saw the banners borne
On the first of the way that we had shorn;
So we laid the scythe upon the sward
And girt us to the battle-sword.

Between Going and Staying

© Octavio Paz

Snubbing (Tying-up) The Raft

© William Henry Drummond

Las' night dey 're passin', de golden plover,
  Dis mornin' I’m seein' de bluebird's wing,
  So if not'ing go wrong, de winter’s over,
  An' not very long till we got de spring.

To the Memory of my dear and ever honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who deceased, July 31. 1653. an

© Anne Bradstreet

By duty bound, and not by custome led

To celebrate the praises of the dead,

Human Family

© Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.

Aaj Jaane Ki Zid Na Karo

© Fayyaz Hashmi

Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Yunhi pehloo mein baithe raho
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Hai mar jaayenge, hum to lut jaayenge
Aisi baatein kiya na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131

© Alfred Tennyson

  O true and tried, so well and long,
  Demand not thou a marriage lay;
  In that it is thy marriage day
  Is music more than any song.