Love poems
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The Indications
© Walt Whitman
The singers do not beget-only the POET begets;
The singers are welcom'd, understood, appear often enough-but rare
has the day been, likewise the spot, of the birth of the maker
of poems, the Answerer,
To
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Mine is a wayward lay;
And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string,
Proveth a truant thing,
Whenso some names I love, send it away!
Helian
© Georg Trakl
In the spirits solitary hours
It is lovely to walk in the sun
Along the yellow walls of summer.
Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always sleeps
The son of Pan in the grey marble.
Pairing Time Anticipated. A Fable
© William Cowper
Moral
Misses! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry
Choose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.
When The Drums Shall Cease To Beat
© Edgar Albert Guest
When will the laughter ring again in the way that it used to do?
Not till the soldiers come home again, not till the war is through.
When will the holly gleam again and the Christmas candles burn?
Not till the swords are sheathed once more and the brave of our land return.
The Son's Sorrow
© William Morris
The King has asked of his son so good,
Why art thou hushed and heavy of mood?
O fair it is to ride abroad.
Thou playest not, and thou laughest not;
All thy good game is clean forgot.
A Guinevere
© Madison Julius Cawein
Sullen gold down all the sky,
In the roses sultry musk;
Nightingales hid in the dusk
Yonder sob and sigh.
At Love's Beginning.
© Robert Crawford
I might not have it then I might not, yet
She was so near to me, could I forget
She might be nearer? There was in her eyes
What shall I say? a hint of the sunrise
That For Money!
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Sallust, I know you of old,
How you hate the sight of gold--
"Idle ingots that encumber
Mother Earth"--I've got your number.
The Pledge
© Adelaide Crapsey
White doves of Cytherea, by your quest
Across the blue Heaven's bluest highest air,
Demeter and Persephone
© Alfred Tennyson
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies
All night across the darkness, and at dawn
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. August
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON THE THAMES
The river Thames has many a dear delight
In summer days for souls which know not guile,
Or souls too careless of the vain world's spite
Nature and Art For an Album
© John Henry Newman
"Man goeth forth" with reckless trust
Upon his wealth of mind,
As if in self a thing of dust
Creative skill might find;
He schemes and toils; stone, wood and ore
Subject or weapon of His power.
Babel
© Caroline Norton
KNOW ye in ages past that tower
By human hands built strong and high?
Arch over arch, with magic power,
Rose proudly each successive hour,
To reach the happy sky.
Fragment VII
© James Macpherson
Son of Oscian, said Dermid, I love;
O Oscur, I love this maid. But her
soul cleaveth unto thee; and nothing
can heal Dermid. Here, pierce this
bosom, Oscur; relieve me, my friend,
with thy sword.
Windy Night (Haoyar Rat)
© Jibanananda Das
My heart filled with the scent of a vast green grassy veldt,
With horizon-flooding blazing sunlight scent,
With the restless, massive, vibrant, woolly outburst of darkness,
Like growls of an aroused tigress,
With life's untamable blue intoxication!
Hypotheses Hypochondriacae
© Charles Kingsley
And should she die, her grave should be
Upon the bare top of a sunny hill,
Windsor Forest
© Alexander Pope
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
