Love poems
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To the Earl of Warwick, On the Death of Mr. Addison
© Thomas Tickell
. If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stay'd,
And left her debt to Addison unpaid;
Lines Written In A Lady's Album
© Joseph Rodman Drake
GRANT me, I cried, some spell of art,
To turn with all a lover's care,
That spotless page, my Eva's heart,
And write my burning wishes there.
The Canterbury Tales; PROLOGUE
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
Sonnet To Harriet St. Leger
© Frances Anne Kemble
Whene'er I recollect the happy time
When you and I held converse dear together,
Eclogue the Second Hassan
© William Taylor Collins
SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day
10 In silent horror o'er the desert-waste
Hope
© William Cowper
Ask what is human life -- the sage replies,
With disappointment lowering in his eyes,
To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders
© John Donne
THOU, whose diviner soul hath caused thee now
To put thy hand unto the holy plough,
Accession
© Edith Nesbit
ONCE I loved, and my heart bowed down,
Subject and slave, for Love was a King;
Battle Of Hastings - II
© Thomas Chatterton
OH Truth! immortal daughter of the skies,
Too lyttle known to wryters of these daies,
The Female Martyr
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"BRING out your dead!" The midnight street
Heard and gave back the hoarse, low call;
Gibeon
© John Newton
When Joshua, by God's command,
Invaded Canaan's guilty land;
Gibeon, unlike the nations round,
Submission made and mercy found.
Serenade
© Oscar Wilde
O noble pilot tell me true
Is that the sheen of golden hair?
Or is it but the tangled dew
That binds the passion-flowers there?
To A Gitana Dancing: Seville
© Arthur Symons
BECAUSE you are fair as souls of the lost are fair,
And your eyelids laugh with desire, and your laughing feet
I've roamed the wide world over,
© Alaric Alexander Watts
I've roamed the wide world over,
From Indus to the Pole;
Betrothed
© Augusta Davies Webster
I DID not think to love her. As we go
We pluck a hedge-rose blushing in its sheath,
Song For 'Tasso'
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
I lovedalas! our life is love;
But when we cease to breathe and move
I do suppose love ceases too.
Botany Bay
© Anonymous
Farewell to old England for ever,
Farewell to my rum culls as well,
Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey.
Where I used for to cut such a swell.
The Little Left Hand - Act II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lady Marian. Send
For others then. I see a girl at the street's end
Selling some mignonette. What do you say?
(Putting on a bow.) This bow,
Is it too bright for the rest?
