Love poems
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To The Memory Of Raisley Calvert
© William Wordsworth
CALVERT! it must not be unheard by them
Who may respect my name, that I to thee
Owed many years of early liberty.
This care was thine when sickness did condemn
To Edgar Fawcett
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ART thou some reckless poet, fiercely free,
Singing vague songs an errant brain inspires?
Mad with the ravening force of inward fires,
Whose floods o'erwhelm him like a masterless sea?
Satyr VIII. The Picture Of Time
© Thomas Parnell
Methinkes the picture thus instructs my mind
Our hours are fleeting & the last assignd
Soon will it Come too soon alas for most
& all the time we use not well is lost
The Doves
© William Cowper
Reasoning at every step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way,
While meaner things whom instinct leads
Are rarely known to stray.
Light
© George MacDonald
Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.
Sonnet XLVI: Let others sing of knights and paladines
© Samuel Daniel
XLVI
Let others sing of knights and paladines
The Unloved
© Arthur Symons
These are the women whom no man has loved.
Year after year, day after day has moved
Come Back to the Farm!
© Henry Clay Work
'Tis the voice of your sister - she calls you,
In tones both of love and alarm!
"By dead mother's prayers - by father's gray hairs -
Dear brother, come back to the farm."
Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
CHORUS:
Thy countenance gives the Angels strength,
Though none can comprehend Thee:
And all Thy lofty works
Are excellent as at the first day.
Tale XIV
© George Crabbe
dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "
The Raven And The King's Daughter
© William Morris
Kings daughter sitting in tower so high,
Fair summer is on many a shield.
Why weepest thou as the clouds go by?
Fair sing the swans twixt firth and field.
Why weepest thou in the window-seat
Till the tears run through thy fingers sweet?
Sonnet XLVI.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written at Penhurst, in Autumn 1788.
YE towers sublime! deserted now and drear!
Ye woods! deep sighing to the hollow blast,
The musing wanderer loves to linger near,
Elegy VI. To Charles Diodati, When He Was Visiting In The Country (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
With no rich viands overcharg'd, I send
Health, which perchance you want, my pamper'd friend;
WordsFor A Nursery
© Sylvia Plath
Rosebud, knot of worms,
Heir of the first five
Shapers, I open:
Five moony crescents
Love's Vision.
© Robert Crawford
I am one with thee, and thou
Art a vision of me now,
Which love, and not life, has made;
It with life, then, may not fade,
The Bridal Ballad
© Edgar Allan Poe
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.
Christmas
© Edith Nesbit
WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it,
Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white,
By The Aurelian Wall
© Bliss William Carman
Who slyly should bestow
The foreign reed-flute they had seen him blow
And finger cunningly,
On one of the dark children standing by,
Then lift his cloak and go.
