Love poems
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A Servian Legend
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
Before the breath of life to him was given
The angels fell into a strife in heaven.
Spinster
© Sylvia Plath
Now this particular girl
During a ceremonious april walk
With her latest suitor
Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck
By the bird's irregular babel
And the leaves' litter.
The Song Of Hiawatha VI: Hiawatha's Friends
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Two good friends had Hiawatha,
Singled out from all the others,
At One Again
© Jean Ingelow
Two angry men-in heat they sever,
And one goes home by a harvest field:-
"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor;
I said and say it, I will not yield!
Independence
© Charles Churchill
Happy the bard (though few such bards we find)
Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind;
Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Peace
© James Thomson
O Peace! the fairest child of heaven,
To whom the sylvan reign was given,
From The Venetian Of Buratti
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Pleasant were it, Nina mine!
Could our Hearts, by fairy powers,
Renovate their life divine,
Like the trees and herbs and flowers.
To the Bramble Flower
© Ebenezer Elliott
Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows,
Wild bramble of the brake!
Sonnet XV: If That a Loyal Heart
© Samuel Daniel
If that a loyal heart and faith unfeign'd,
If a sweet languish with a chaste desire,
On The Downs
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When you came over the top of the world
In the great day on the Downs,
The air was crisp and the clouds were curled,
When you came over the top of the world,
And under your feet were spire and street
And seven English towns.
At Crown Hill
© James Whitcomb Riley
Leave him here in the fresh
greening grasses and trees
And the symbols of love, and the solace of these-
The saintly white lilies and blossoms he keeps
Hermann and Thusnelda
© Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock
Ha! there comes he, with sweat, with blood of Romans,
And with dust of the fight all stained! O, never
Saw I Hermann so lovely!
Never such fire in his eyes!
The Loafers' Club
© Anonymous
A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion;
From Melbourne to the Billabong they're known in every region.
They do not like the cockatoos, but mostly stick to stations,
Where they keep themselves from starving by cadging shepherd's rations.
Seasons
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Oh the cheerful Budding-time!
When thorn-hedges turn to green,
Songs with Preludes: Wedlock
© Jean Ingelow
The sun was streaming in: I woke, and said,
“Where is my wife,—that has been made my wife
Only this year?” The casement stood ajar:
I did but lift my head: The pear-tree dropped,
The great white pear-tree dropped with dew from leaves
And blossom, under heavens of happy blue.
