Love poems
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My sweetheart's dainty lips
© Yehudah HaLevi
My sweetheart's dainty lips are red,
With ruby's crimson overspread;
Her teeth are like a string of pearls;
Down her neck her clustering curls
In ebony hue vie with the night,
And over her features dances light.
What Look Hath She
© Mary Colborne-Veel
What look hath she,
What majestie,
That must so high approve her?
What graces move
That I so love,
That I so greatly love her?
Hope Dieth: Hope Liveth
© William Morris
Strong are thine arms, O love, & strong
Thine heart to live, and love, and long;
The Lover's Peril
© James Thomas Fields
Have I been ever wrecked at sea,
And nigh to being drowned
More threatning storms have compassed me
Than on the deep are found!
On The Conflagration Of The Po
© Walter Savage Landor
Why is, and whence, the Po in flames? and why
In consternation do its borderers raise
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Second Tale; The Baron of St. Castine
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O sun, that followest the night,
In yon blue sky, serene and pure,
And pourest thine impartial light
Alike on mountain and on moor,
Pause for a moment in thy course,
And bless the bridegroom and the bride!
Some Advice from a Mother to Her Married Son
© Judith Viorst
The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
The Disappointed Lover
© Confucius
Where grow the willows near the eastern gate,
And 'neath their leafy shade we could recline,
She said at evening she would me await,
And brightly now I see the day-star shine!
The Traveller; or, A Prospect of Society
© Oliver Goldsmith
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow
Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,
Nowhere to Lay His Head
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
They shall see Him in his beauty,
And walk with Him in white.
Daft Jean
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'Black, black,' sang she,
'Black, black my weeds shall be,
My love has widowed me!
Black, black!' sang she.
Blind Old Milton
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Place me once more, my daughter, where the sun
May shine upon my old and time-worn head,
How Shall I Woo Thee
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own?
Say in what tongue shall I tell of my love.
I who was fearless so timid have grown,
All that was eagle has turned into dove.
The path from the meadow that leads to the bars
Is more to me now than the path of the stars.
The River Wainsbeck
© William Lisle Bowles
While slowly wanders thy sequestered stream,
WAINSBECK, the mossy-scattered rocks among,
"What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far"
© Alfred Austin
The Mountains
What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far,
Find you a bourne to ease your burdened breast,
But throughout time inexorable are
Never at rest?
The Creaking Door
© Madison Julius Cawein
COME in, old Ghost of all that used to be!
You find me old,
And love grown cold,
And fortune fled to younger company:
Love
© Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov
We are two trunks ignited by lightning
Two flames in the midnight forest;
We are two meteors flying in the night,
The double-stinging arrow of a single fate!
