Love poems
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The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades
© George Crabbe
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'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects here,
Who hazard thrice ten thousand pounds a-year;
We've no huge buildings, where incessant noise
Is made by springs and spindles, girls and boys;
Where, 'mid such thundering sounds, the maiden's
The Bride Of Abydos
© George Gordon Byron
Know ye the land where cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth
© George Gordon Byron
The antique Persians taught three useful things,
To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.
The Angel Of The Sun
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHILE bending o'er my golden lyre,
While waving light my wing of fire ;
Creation's regions to explore,
To gaze, to wonder, to adore:
Mnemosyne
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire,
Cooked and sampled on earth. And there's a law,
That things crawl off in the manner of snakes,
Prophetically, dreaming on the hills of heaven.
The Flower Of Flame
© Robert Nichols
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The long, low wavelets of summer
Glide in and glitter along the sand;
The fitful breezes of summer
Blow fragrantly from the land.
My Love
© Frances Anne Kemble
When thou art gone, there creeps into my heart
A cold and bitter consciousness of pain:
The light, the warmth of life with thee depart,
And I sit dreaming over and over again
Thy greeting clasp, thy parting look and tone;
And suddenly I wake--and am alone.
Enquiry After Peace
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
PEACE! where art thou to be found?
Where, in all the spacious Round,
The College Widow
© George Ade
When I was but a Freshman and that was long ago
I saw her first, but did not learn her name.
She was at a lecture, I believe, in the first or second row,
And the Junior with her seemed to be her flame.
By The Quay
© Roderic Quinn
I KNEW a ship in the magical time
Of painted toy and nursery rhyme
That quested the world with sails unfurled,
And fluttered her flag in every clime.
When, Dearest, I But Think On Thee
© Owen Felltham
When, dearest, I but think on thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be
Are present, and my soul delighted:
For beauties that from worth arise
Are like the grace of deities,
Still present with us, though unsighted.
Carrie Monro
© Julia A Moore
Once there was a lady fair,
With black eyes and curly hair,
She has left this world of care,
Sweet Carrie Monro.
The Lay Missioner
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Had I a wish-'twere this, that heaven would make
My heart as strong to imitate as love,
For The Briar-Rose
© William Morris
The fateful slumber floats and flows
About the tangle of the rose;
But lo! the fated hand and heart
To rend the slumberous curse apart!
The River Note
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
And I behold once more
My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,
Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace
© James Clerk Maxwell
While I was your beloved one,
And while no other youth threw his fond arms around
Your white neck so easily,
Than the King of the world I was far happier.
To Her I Love
© James Thomson
Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled;
To what delightful world above,
Appointed for the happy dead?
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.
© Matthew Prior
Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
Gunpowder Treason
© John Keble
Beneath the burning eastern sky
The Cross was raised at morn:
The widowed Church to weep stood by,
The world, to hate and scorn.
