Love poems
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The Last Envoy
© Edith Nesbit
THIS wind, that through the silent woodland blows,
O'er rippling corn and dreaming pastures goes
Straight to the garden where the heart of spring
Faints in the heart of summer's earliest rose.
To Robert Louis Stevenson
© Alfred Austin
I never saw you, never grasped your hand,
Nor wrote nor read lines absence loves to trace,
The Crooked Footpath
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
AH, here it is! the sliding rail
That marks the old remembered spot,--
The gap that struck our school-boy trail,--
The crooked path across the lot.
Any Saint
© Francis Thompson
His shoulder did I hold
Too high that I, o'erbold
Weak one,
Should lean thereon.
Views Of Life
© Anne Brontë
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,
And life can show no joy for me;
And I behold a yawning tomb,
Where bowers and palaces should be;
Our Master
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Immortal Love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never-ebbing sea!
The Poet's Choice
© Anacreon
If hoarded gold possessed a power
To lengthen life's too fleeting hour,
Dead Joys
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Moan on with thy loud changeless wail,
Desolate sea,
Grinding thy pebbles into thankless sand.
Oh, could I lash my angry heart like thee
Probatur Aliter
© Jonathan Swift
A long-ear'd beast, a bird that prates,
The bridegrooms' first gift to their mates,
Is by all pious Christians thought,
In clergymen the greatest fault.[2]
Rivers Dont Gie Out
© William Barnes
The brook I left below the rank
Ov alders that do sheäde his bank,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE UNFORGOTTEN
You are not false perhaps, as lovers say
Meaning the act,--Alas, that guilt was mine.
Nor, maybe, have you bowed at other shrine
Requiem: The Soldier
© Humbert Wolfe
Down some cold field in a world outspoken
the young men are walking together, slim and tall,
and though they laugh to one another, silence is not broken;
there is no sound however clear they call.
Stanzas
© William Wordsworth
ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)
The Moon re-entering her monthly round,
No faculty yet given me to espy
The dusky Shape within her arms imbound,
That thin memento of effulgence lost
Which some have named her Predecessor's ghost. .
Apology For Bad Dreams
© Robinson Jeffers
I
In the purple light, heavy with redwood, the slopes drop seaward,
Magdalen
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
I
A SWORD, whose blade has ne'er been wet
With blood, except of freedom's foes;
That hope which, though its sun be set,
The Hall Of Justice
© George Crabbe
Take, take away thy barbarous hand,
And let me to thy Master speak;
Remit awhile the harsh command,
And hear me, or my heart will break.
The Song Of Pan
© Archibald Lampman
Mad with love and laden
With immortal pain,
Pan pursued a maiden--
Pan, the god--in vain.
Paradise: In A Symbol
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Golden-winged, silver-winged,
Winged with flashing flame,
Such a flight of birds I saw,
Birds without a name:
Singing songs in their own tongue
(Song of songs) they came.
"When This Old World Was New"
© Henry Austin Dobson
When this old world was new,
Before the towns were made,
Love was a shepherd too.
To Tochterchen: On Her Birthday
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
As one doth touch a flower wherein the dew
Trembles to fall, as one unplaits the ply
