Love poems
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Australia's Men
© Dorothea Mackellar
THERE are some that go for love of a fight
And some for love of a land,
And some for a dream of the world set free
Which they barely understand.
Good Friday
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Am I a stone and not a sheep
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Adam Lindsay Gordon
© William Henry Ogilvie
'Two things stand like stone,' he said
Courage and Kindness.' Gallant Dead!
Long may the stone of his statue stand
That his fame may endure in his foster-land,
And never a careless world forget
That in this man Courage and Kindness met !
A Lament
© Franklin Pierce Adams
While she I loved is being torn
From arms that held her many years,
Dost thou regard me, friend, with scorn,
Or seek to check my tears?
Love Despoiled
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
As lone I sat one summer's day,
With mien dejected, Love came by;
His face distraught, his locks astray,
So slow his gait, so sad his eye,
I hailed him with a pitying cry:
The Centennial Cantata.
© Sidney Lanier
Mayflower, Mayflower, slowly hither flying,
Trembling westward o'er yon balking sea,
Hearts within `Farewell dear England' sighing,
Winds without `But dear in vain' replying,
Gray-lipp'd waves about thee shouted, crying
"No! It shall not be!"
Spring's Bedfellow
© William Morris
His open eyes beheld her nought,
Yet gan his lips to move;
But life and deeds were in her thought,
And he would sing of love.
St. Mark's Day
© John Keble
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.
Never
© Madison Julius Cawein
Never within her eyes
Do I the love-light see;
Never her soul replies
To the sad soul in me:
Never with soul and eyes
Speaks she to me.
The Future Life
© William Cullen Bryant
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread?
Morn Like A Thousand Shining Spears
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Morn like a thousand shining spears
Terrible in the East appears.
O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom,
Where the young Dreams like lilies bloom!
Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, the fullness of my thoughts of thee
Cannot be stay'd within my panting breast,
But they do swell and struggle forth of me,
Till that in words thy figure be express'd.
Sonnet 46: I Curs'd Thee Oft
© Sir Philip Sidney
I curs'd thee oft, I pity now thy case,
Blind-hitting boy, since she that thee and me
Rules with a beck, so tyrannizeth thee,
That thou must want or food, or dwelling place,
At Pompeii
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
At Pompeii I heard a woman laugh,
And turned to find the reason of her mirth;
Degrees Of Love
© Arthur Symons
When your eyes opened to mine eyes,
Without desire, without surprise,
I knew your soul awoke to sec
All, dreams foretold, but could not be,
Yet loving love, not loving me.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HIS BONDAGE TO MANON IS BROKEN
From this day forth I lead another life,
Another life! A life without a tear!
To--day has ended the unequal strife;
Love and Friendship
© Emily Jane Brontë
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree -
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
From The Greek Of Moschus
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tan ala tan glaukan otan onemos atrema Balle--k.t.l.
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep
The azure sea, I love the land no more;
The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep
