Love poems
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If That High World
© George Gordon Byron
If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears;
Something Childish, But Very Natural. Written In Germany
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
1916 seen from 1921
© Edmund Blunden
Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,
I sit in solitude and only hear
Nymphs And Shepherds
© Thomas Shadwell
Nymphs and shepherds, come away.
In the groves let's sport and play,
Love's Phantom
© Robert Fuller Murray
Whene'er I try to read a book,
Across the page your face will look,
And then I neither know nor care
What sense the printed words may bear.
She Mothered Five
© Edgar Albert Guest
She mothered five!
Night after night she watched a little bed,
A Song For The Time
© John Greenleaf Whittier
UP, laggards of Freedom! our free flag is cast
To the blaze of the sun and the wings of the blast;
Will ye turn from a struggle so bravely begun,
From a foe that is breaking, a field that's half won?
Parting
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN hides the sun behind a bank of cloud,
Though well we know the sun is shining still,
An Anniversary
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O LOVE, it is our wedding day!
This morn,--how swift the seasons flee!--
A virgin morn of cloudless May,
You gave your loyal hand to me,
Your dainty hand, clasped sweet and sure
As Love's sweet self, for evermore!
Idyll XVIII. The Bridal of Helen
© Theocritus
"As peers the nascent Morning
Over thy shades, O Night,
When Winter disenchains the land,
And Spring goes forth in white:
So Helen shone above us,
All loveliness and light.
A Chicot
© Muriel Stuart
IN days of ancient history
Who were you? Tell me if you know.
Between your kisses answer me
To-night, Chicot.
To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Chloe, behold! againe I bowe:
Againe possest, againe I woe;
From my heat hath taken fire
A Childhood
© Stephen Spender
In what purity of pleasure
You danced alone like a peasant
For the stamping joy's own sake!
Nine Miles from Gundagai (2)
© Anonymous
I've done my share of shearing sheep,
Of droving and all that;
Ortygia
© Jessie Mackay
IN Ortygia the Dawn land the old gods dwell,
And the silvers yet a-quiver on the old wizard well
Bread
© Jones Very
Long do we live upon the husks of corn,
While 'neath untasted lie the kernels still,
Despondency -- An Ode
© Robert Burns
Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
