Love poems
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A Roman's Chamber
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
In the cave which wild weeds cover
Wait for thine aethereal lover;
For the pallid moon is waning,
O'er the spiral cypress hanging
And the moon no cloud is staining.
Edgehill Fight
© Rudyard Kipling
Naked and grey the Cotswolds stand
Beneath the summer sun,
And the stubble fields on either hand
Where Sour and Avon run.
There is no change in the patient land
That has bred us every one.
Song of Marion's Men
© William Cullen Bryant
Our band is few, but true and tried,
Our leader frank and bold;
The Common Question
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Behind us at our evening meal
The gray bird ate his fill,
Swung downward by a single claw,
And wiped his hooked bill.
The Vision
© Katharine Tynan
An average man was Private Flynn,
Good stuff for soldiering, no doubt;
Troublesome when the drink was in,
A quiet lad when it was out.
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
Life Tells The Dreamer
© Margaret Widdemer
THESE others ask me little, clamoring
For such imperfect gifts as I can bring;
"To read only children's books"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
To read only children's books,
To have only childish thoughts,
To throw everything grown-up away,
To rise from deep sadness.
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Women's Eyes.
© Robert Crawford
The eyes of women, those star-tabernacles where
Love keeps his old and holy things, inspired
With beauty and the reverence that leads
Men to perfection.
A Dialogue. Lute And Voice
© Richard Lovelace
L. Sing. V. Touch.
Touch. L.
Sing.
BOTH. It is the souls, souls sole offering.
The Visionary Face
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I AM happy with her I love,
In a circle of charmed repose;
My soul leaps up to follow her feet
Wherever my darling goes;
An Eastern God
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I saw an Eastern God to-day;
My comrades laughed; lest I betray
Love Unkind
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
OUT upon the bleak hillside, the bleak hillside, he lay--
Her lips were red, and red the stream that slipped his life away.
Ah, crimson, crimson were her lips, but his were turning gray.
Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton
© Robert Herrick
Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
Boadicea
© Alfred Tennyson
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries
Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,
Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted,
Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility,
Girt by half the tribes of Britain, near the colony Camulodune,
Yell'd and shriek'd between her daughters o'er a wild confederacy.
The Resurrection
© Giacomo Leopardi
I thought I had forever lost,
Alas, though still so young,
The tender joys and sorrows all,
That unto youth belong;
