Love poems
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A Song Of The Princess
© Sara Teasdale
The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
Lavinia
© James Thomson
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends;
And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth:
For, in her helpless years deprived of all,
Of every stay, save innocence and Heaven,
Raising The Dead
© John Kenyon
We all have heard, and marvelled as we heard,
Of seers, who have raised the Dead from out their tombs,
To a Friend
© William Shenstone
Have you ne'er seen, my gentle Squire!
The humours of your kitchen fire?
The Red Mist
© Roderic Quinn
SHE thinks aloud as she sits alone,
And the magpies call in the evening grey
Oh, sorrow to her with the heart of stone
Who stole my lover away, away!
In The Cottage
© Hovhannes Toumanian
The little children wept and wailed;
Heart-rending were the tears they shed.
Mamma, mamma, we want our food!
Get up, mamma, and give us bread!
The Lonely Old Fellow
© Edgar Albert Guest
The roses are bedded for winter, the tulips are planted for spring;
The robins and martins have left us; there are only the sparrows to sing.
Idyll XV. The Festival of Adonis
© Theocritus
PRAXINOAe.
Yes, Gorgo dear! At last!
That you're here now's a marvel! See to a chair,
A cushion, Eunoae!
A Temple to Friendship
© Thomas Moore
"A temple to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted,
"I'll build in this garden,--the thought is divine!"
Her temple as built, and she now only wanted
An image of Friendship to place on the shrine.
Album Verses
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN Eve had led her lord away,
And Cain had killed his brother,
The stars and flowers, the poets say,
Agreed with one another.
Juvenilia, An OdeTo Natural Beauty
© Alan Seeger
There is a power whose inspiration fills
Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,
Phillis 02
© Thomas Lodge
LOVE guards the roses of thy lips
And flies about them like a bee;
If I approach he forward skips,
And if I kiss he stingeth me.
Song of Unending Sorrow.
© Bai Juyi
China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire,
Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding,
Antony Villa
© Henry Lawson
And the daughters of the Vardensthey are beautiful as Graces
But the balconys deserted, and they rarely show their faces;
And the swells of their acquaintance never seem to venture near them,
And the bailiff says they seldom have a cup of tea to cheer them.
With Three Flowers
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Herewith I send you three pressed withered flowers:
This one was white, with golden star; this, blue
The Beginning
© Jean Ingelow
Such as can see,
Why should they doubt? The childhood of a race.
The childhood of a soul, hath neither doubt
Nor fear. Where all is super-natural
The guileless heart doth feed on it, no more
Afraid than angels are of heaven.
A Dream Of Bric-A-Brac
© John Hay
I dreamed I was in fair Niphon.
Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,
Reclined in my jinrikishaw;
Across the rolling plains I saw
The lordly Fusi-yama rise,
His blue cone lost in bluer skies.
The Light Of Love
© John Hay
Each shining light above us
Has its own peculiar grace;
But every light of heaven
Is in my darling's face.
