Love poems
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Daisy Time
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.
Sunset
© Henry Kendall
I had studied the lore in her maiden-like ways,
And the large-hearted love of my Annie was won,
Ere Summer had passed into passionate days,
Or Autumn made ready her fruits for the Sun.
The Virgin
© William Wordsworth
. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
With the least shade of thought to sin allied.
"I can't sleep..."
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I cant sleep. Homer, and the taut white sails.
I could the list of ships read only to a half:
The long-long breed, the train of flying cranes
Had lifted once the ancient Greece above.
Sonnet 91: Stella While Now
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, while now by honor's cruel might,
I am from you, light of my life, mis-led,
And that fair you, my Sun, thus overspread
With absence' veil, I live in sorrow's night;
In The Garden At Swainston
© Alfred Tennyson
NIGHTINGALES warbled without,
Within was weeping for thee:
At Last
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
O mother, open the window wide
And let the daylight in;
The hills grow darker to my sight
And thoughts begin to swim.
The Blind Mans Bride
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHEN first, beloved, in vanish'd hours
The blind man sought thy love to gain,
They said thy cheek was bright as flowers
Hymn XXIV: Saviour, If Thy Precious Love
© Charles Wesley
Saviour, if thy precious love
Could be merited by mine,
"From nowhere with love, on the -eenth of Marchember"
© Joseph Brodsky
From nowhere with love, on the -eenth of Marchember,
dear respectful my darling, doesn't matter
even who, for the face, speaking frankly,
is impossible to remember, not yours, and
Oedipus Tyrannus or Swellfoot The Tyrant
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Choose Reform or Civil War,
When through thy streets, instead of hare with dogs,
A Consort-Queen shall hunt a King with hogs,
Riding on the IONIAN MINOTAUR.'
Haunted
© Mathilde Blind
Why will you haunt me unawares,
And walk into my sleep,
Pacing its shadowy thoroughfares,
Where long-dried perfume scents the airs,
Sleep
© Arthur Symons
What is good for fever, except sleep?
What is good for love, but to forget?
Bury love deep,
Deeper than sound sleep,
And let
Fever drowse a little, and the heart forget.
Christmas Carol
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
FAIR Gratitude! in strain sublime,
Swell high to heav'n thy tuneful zeal;
And, hailing this auspicious time,
Kneel, Adoration! kneel!
The Fireside
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
I have tasted all life's pleasures, I have snatched at all its joys,
The dance's merry measures and the revel's festive noise;
Though wit flashed bright the live-long night, and flowed the ruby tide,
I sighed for thee, I sighed for thee, my own fireside!
Christian And Jew
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Oh happy happy land!
Angels like rushes stand
About the wells of light.'
'Alas, I have not eyes for this fair sight:
Hold fast my hand.'
