Love poems

 / page 239 of 1285 /
star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

A Man’s Wooing

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

YOU said, last night, you did not think
In all the world of men
Was one true lover--true alike
In deed and word and pen;--

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

La Jeunesse Et La Mort

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

  Unto her fragrant face and hair,--

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Freedom In Brazil

© John Greenleaf Whittier

WITH clearer light, Cross of the South, shine forth
In blue Brazilian skies;
And thou, O river, cleaving half the earth
From sunset to sunrise,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Bless The Dear Old Verdant Land

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Bless the dear old verdant land!

  Brother, wert thou born of it?

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet IX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Thus Adrian learned it. And behold, his heart,
Which he had hardened against all dismay,
And wrapped up secretly and laid apart
As something which should not be used to--day,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

On the Death of a Young Friend, of Fever, at Laguira

© Alaric Alexander Watts

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed;
By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed;
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned;
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourned. ~ POPE.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Advice to Little Children

© Julia A Moore

Bless those little children
  That love to go to school;
Blessed be the children
  That obey the golden rule.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Three Dead Friends

© James Whitcomb Riley

Always suddenly they are gone--

  The friends we trusted and held secure--

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Pen And The Album

© William Makepeace Thackeray

"I am Miss Catherine's book," the album speaks;
"I've lain among your tomes these many weeks;
I'm tired of their old coats and yellow cheeks.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Love Is A Sickness

© Samuel Daniel

Love is a sickness full of woes,  
All remedies refusing;  
A plant that with most cutting grows,  
Most barren with best using.  
Why so?  

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

After A Lecture On Shelley

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

ONE broad, white sail in Spezzia's treacherous bay
On comes the blast; too daring bark, beware I
The cloud has clasped her; to! it melts away;
The wide, waste waters, but no sail is there.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

O Camp Of Flowers

© Erik Johan Stagnelius

O camp of flowers, with poplars girdled round,

Gray guardians of life's soft and purple bud!

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Mystic Veil

© Henry Clay Work

Come one step nearer! (One step nearer!)
one shade clearer? (one shade clearer!)
Breath on word before we part; (before we part
And tell me-truly it is you, love,
Come to cheer my lonely heart?

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Merope

© Henry Kendall

FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastes—in the face of the splendid

Six of the sisters—the star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

A Castaway

© Augusta Davies Webster

 So long since:
and now it seems a jest to talk of me
as if I could be one with her, of me
who am…… me.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Ode to Clothes

© Pablo Neruda

Every morning you wait,

clothes, over a chair,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

A Song

© Ralph Hodgson

With Love among the haycocks
We played at hide and seek;
He shut his eyes and counted -
We hid among the hay -

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Prayer At Night

© Katharine Tynan

Lord, for the one who dies alone
This night without companion,
I cannot rest, I cannot sleep.
O shepherd of the piteous sheep
Run with Thy crook, and lift in haste
The poor head to Thy loving breast.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Garrison

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THE storm and peril overpast,
The hounding hatred shamed and still,
Go, soul of freedom! take at last
The place which thou alone canst fill.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Troubadour

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Then did each lady bid him sing
Of nought save love's sweet happening.
But loud each knight did smiling chide,
‘Let him but tell of war,’ they cried.