Love poems
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Found
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THERE is a budding morrow in midnight:
So sang our Keats, our English nightingale.
The Birthday Wreath
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Blossom and greenness, making all
The winter birthday tropical,
And the plain Quaker parlors gay,
Have gone from bracket, stand, and wall;
We saw them fade, and droop, and fall,
And laid them tenderly away.
Sonnet II "Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life"
© Henry Timrod
Most men know love but as a part of life;
They hide it in some corner of the breast,
A Song Of Poppies
© Virna Sheard
I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies!
Sun-worshippers are they;
Gladly as trees live through a hundred summers
They live one little day.
A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]
© Thomas Hardy
From the slow march and muffled drum,
And crowds distrest,
And book and bell, at length I have come
To my full rest.
Favorites of Pan
© Archibald Lampman
Once, long ago, before the gods
Had left this earth, by stream and forest glade,
Where the first plough upturned the clinging sods,
Or the lost shepherd strayed,
In War-Time A Psalm Of The Heart
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Scourge us as Thou wilt, oh Lord God of Hosts;
Deal with us, Lord, according to our transgressions;
But give us Victory!
Victory, victory! oh, Lord, victory!
Oh, Lord, victory! Lord, Lord, victory!
The Princess: A Medley: Come down, O Maid
© Alfred Tennyson
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)
Bakhichisarai At Night
© Adam Mickiewicz
The faithful villagers have scattered from the Mosque;
The echo of a muezzin's voice melts in the calm of dusk;
And the horizon blushes deep, tinged with rubies.
The king of silver, crescent of the night,
Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England
© George Gordon Byron
'Tis done -- and shivering in the gale
The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
And whistling o'er the bending mast,
Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast;
And I must from this land be gone,
Because I cannot love but one.
Love And Thought
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Two well-assorted travellers use
The highway, Eros and the Muse.
Pierrot's Song
© Sara Teasdale
Lady, light in the east hangs low,
Draw your veils of dream apart,
Under the casement stands Pierrot
Making a song to ease his heart.
(Yet do not break the song too soon-
I love to sing in the paling moon.)
The Braemar Road
© Nina Murdoch
The road that leads to Braemar winds ever in and out.
It wanders here and dawdles there, and trips and turns about
Parody On The Recorders Speech To His Grace The Duke Of Ormond, 4th July, 1711
© Jonathan Swift
An ancient metropolis, famous of late
For opposing the Church, and for nosing the State,
For protecting sedition and rejecting order,
Made the following speech by their mouth, the Recorder:
First, to tell you the name of this place of renown,
Some still call it Dublin, but most Forster's town.
The Fairy Queen Sleeping. By Stothard
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
She lay upon a bank, the favourite haunt
Of the spring wind in its first sunshine hour,
Forfeits
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
They sent him round the circle fair,
To bow before the prettiest there.
Im bound to say the choice he made
A creditable taste displayed;
AlthoughI cant say what it meant
The little maid looked ill-content.
The Faithless Knight
© Caroline Norton
THE lady she sate in her bower alone,
And she gaz'd from the lattice window high,
Where a white steed's hoofs were ringing on,
With a beating heart, and a smother'd sigh.
