Love poems
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As On A Holiday
© Friedrich Hölderlin
As on a holiday, when a farmer
Goes out to look at his fields, in the morning,
To My Love.
© Arthur Henry Adams
"PAINT me," you said, "a poem; give to me
A breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!"
While that low laugh that aye a mandate is
Nestled upon your lips. Call memory
Servus -- Reginae
© Alexander Blok
Don't call. Without any summons
I'll reach the shrine.
And droop my head in even silence
To your feet fine.
Hands All Round
© Alfred Tennyson
First pledge our Queen this solemn night,
Then drink to England, every guest;
Love Is Strength
© George MacDonald
Love alone is great in might,
Makes the heavy burden light,
Smooths rough ways to weary feet,
Makes the bitter morsel sweet:
Love alone is strength!
Early in the Morning by Li-Young Lee: American Life in Poetry #77 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200
© Ted Kooser
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 5
© Publius Vergilius Maro
MEANTIME the Trojan cuts his watry way,
Fixd on his voyage, thro the curling sea;
The Microscopic Trout And The Machiavellian Fisherman
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A fisher was casting his flies in a brook,
According to laws of such sciences,
Olney Hymn 19: Contentment
© William Cowper
Fierce passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea,
But calm, content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to Thee.
The War After The War
© John Le Gay Brereton
What shall we say, who, drawing indolent breath,
Mark the quick pant of those who, full of hate,
Drive home the steel or loose the shrieking shell,
Heroes or Huns, who smite the grin of death
And laugh or curse beneath the blows of fate,
Swept madly to the thudding heart of hell?
The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story
© John Clare
The maids, impatient now old Goody ceased,
As restless children from the school released,
Right gladly proving, what she'd just foretold,
That young ones' stories were preferred to old,
Turn to the whisperings of their former joy,
That oft deceive, but very rarely cloy.
A Lament
© Katharine Tynan
CLOUDS is under clouds and rain
For there will not come again
Two, the beloved sire and son
Whom all gifts were rained upon.
Book Of Love - One More Pair
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LOVE is indeed a glorious prize!
What fairer guerdon meets our eyes?-
To The Fossil Flower
© Jones Very
Dark fossil flower! I see thy leaves unrolled,
With all thy lines of beauty freshly marked,
Against Constancy
© John Wilmot
Tell me no more of constancy,
The frivolous pretense
Of old age, narrow jealousy,
Disease, and want of sense.
A Sketch
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"Emelie, that fayrer was to seene
Than is the lilye on hys stalke grene.....
Uprose the sun and uprose Emelie."
In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how,
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
© John Austin
Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
And for that love obey.
