Love poems
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The Tracks That Lie By India
© Henry Lawson
The track that runs by India goes up the hot Red Sea
The other side of Africa is far too dull for me.
(I fear that I have missed a chance Ill never get again
To see the land of chivalry and bide awhile in Spain.)
Ill graft a year in London, and if fortune smiles on me
Ill take the track to India by France and Italy.
Sonnet XXXII: Equal Troth
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;
For how should I be loved as I love thee?
The Home-Going
© James Whitcomb Riley
We must get home--for we have been away
So long it seems forever and a day!
And O so very homesick we have grown,
The laughter of the world is like a moan
In our tired hearing, and its songs as vain,--
We must get home--we must get home again!
The Ring And The Book - Chapter I - The Ring And The Book
© Robert Browning
DO you see this Ring?
Tis Rome-work, made to match
Of Godly Fear
© John Bunyan
Us godly fear delightful unto thee,
That fear that God himself delights to see
The Lady Of La Garaye - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
PEACE to their ashes! Far away they lie,
Among their poor, beneath the equal sky.
Among their poor, who blessed them ere they went
For all the loving help and calm content.
The Flies. An Eclogue.
© Thomas Parnell
When in the River Cows for Coolness stand,
And Sheep for Breezes seek the lofty Land,
"Life Is Before Us"
© Frances Anne Kemble
I heard youth's silver clarion call to Fate,
And looking forth beheld his flower-fair face,
The Borough. Letter V: The Election
© George Crabbe
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,
Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;
Once a sea-nymph loved a boy
© Augusta Davies Webster
Boy and nymph were hand in hand:
He and she they had much love.
"Oh the green and ripening land!
Oh the lime-scent in the trees!
Oh the langour of the breeze,
Advice To Mrs. Mowat
© Anne Hecht
POEM WRITTEN TO MEHETIBLE CALEF, ON HER MARRIAGE TO CAPTAIN DAVID MOWAT, COMPOSED BY HER BRIDESMAID, ANNE HECHT, IN THE YEAR 1786.
Dear Hetty -
Since the single state
You've left to choose yourself a mate,
She Told Her Beads
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
She told her beads with down-cast eyes,
Within the ancient chapel dim;
Of Child With Bird At The Bush
© John Bunyan
My little bird, how canst thou sit
And sing amidst so many thorns?
To An English Friend
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE seed that wasteful autumn cast
To waver on its stormy blast,
The Star
© Sara Teasdale
A WHITE star born in the evening glow
Looked to the round green world below,
And saw a pool in a wooded place
That held like a jewel her mirrored face.
Can a kiss be sweeter? (Canti di Milosao, excerpt from canto IV)
© Jeronim de Rada
It was Sunday morning
And the son of the noble matron
Theory Of Truth
© Robinson Jeffers
(Reference to The Women at Point Sur)
I stand near Soberanes Creek, on the knoll over the sea, west of
