Love poems
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Must I Wait All My Life; or, The Misery Song
© Eli Siegel
(Uncouth-and-not Anthem of the Particular and
General Unconscious)
Must I wait all my life for a certain thing to happen?
Must I spend all my days just in dozin', just in nappin'?
The Thief
© Abraham Cowley
Thou robb'st my days of business and delights,
Of sleep thou robb'st my nights ;
The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady
© George Meredith
Our world believes it stabler if the soft
Are whipped to show the face repentance wears.
Then hear it, in a moan of atheist gloom,
Deplore the weedy growth of hypocrites;
Count Nature devilish, and accept for doom
The chasm between our passions and our wits!
Margaret
© Edith Nesbit
I KNOW a garden where white lilies grow,
Under the grey sweet-laden apple boughs;
A Meaning Learnt
© Lesbia Harford
I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XL
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
'Tis strange we are thus parted, not by death
Or man's device, but by our own mad will,
We who have stood together on life's path
To Our President
© Katharine Lee Bates
HOPE of the Nations, lift thy stricken heart.
Thyself art Sorrow, and to thee the cry
The Eve of St. John
© Sir Walter Scott
The baron of Smaylho'me rose with day,
He spurr'd his courser on,
Without stop or stay, down the rocky way,
That leads to Brotherstone.
The War Sonnets: IV The Dead
© Rupert Brooke
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.
On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (d. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey
© George Meredith
Thou our beloved and light of Earth hast crossed
The sea of darkness to the yonder shore.
There dost thou shine a light transferred, not lost,
Through love to kindle in our souls the more.
Lil' Feller
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
When th.' sunshine's golden-yeller
Like th' curls upon his head,
Mohay Apnay Hi Rung Mein
© Amir Khusro
Mohay apnay hi rung mein rung lay,
Tu to saaheb mera Mehboob-e-Ilaahi;
Mohay apnay hi rung mein
Humri chundariya, piyaa ki pagariya,
Red Jacket
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
COOPER, whose name is with his country's woven,
First in her files, her PIONEER of mind
A wanderer now in other climes, has proven
His love for the young land he left behind;
The Witch of Wenham
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
Along Crane River's sunny slopes
Blew warm the winds of May,
And over Naumkeag's ancient oaks
The green outgrew the gray.
In The Spring
© William Barnes
My love is the maïd ov all maïdens,
Though all mid be comely,
Her skin's lik' the jessamy blossom
A-spread in the Spring.
The Anatomy of Angels
© Alden Nowlan
Angels inhabit love songs. But theyre sprites
not seraphim. The angel that up-ended
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits,
stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,
From Italy
© Richard Monckton Milnes
It is a happy thought, I ween,
That, with my heart and fancy free,
Though seas and nations lie between,
I still am side by side with Thee.
To A Portrait Of "A Gentleman"
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IT may be so,--perhaps thou hast
A warm and loving heart;
I will not blame thee for thy face,
Poor devil as thou art.
St. John Baptist's Day
© John Keble
Twice in her season of decay
The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye
