Love poems
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A Tale. June 1793
© William Cowper
In Scotland's realm, where trees are few
Nor even shrubs abound;
But where, however bleak the view
Some better things are found;
The Last Look
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
BEHOLD--not him we knew!
This was the prison which his soul looked through,
Tender, and brave, and true.
An Ode To Nellie
© Edgar Albert Guest
AH Nellie, you were always fair, and you were always good and true,
I've sung about your wealth of hair, and praised your eyes, so soft and blue,
Your charms are many I confess, but now my pen in hand I take
To praise in my poor humble way the strawb'ry shortcake that you make.
Midnight
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
All dark! - no light, no ray!
Sun, moon, and stars, all gone!
Dimness of anguish! - utter void! -
Crushed, and alone!
To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country
© William Wordsworth
DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail!
--There is a nest in a green dale,
A harbour and a hold;
Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see
Thy own heart-stirring days, and be
A light to young and old.
Sonnet XIV
© Caroline Norton
OH! crystal eyes, in which my image lay
While I was near, as in a fountain's wave;
Let it not in like manner pass away
When I am gone; for I am Love's true slave,
Rondel. (From Froissart)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!
I do not know thee,--nor what deeds are thine:
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!
Second Sunday After Epiphany
© John Keble
The heart of childhood is all mirth:
We frolic to and fro
As free and blithe, as if on earth
Were no such thing as woe.
With A Copy Of Aucassin And Nicolete
© James Russell Lowell
Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle-rhyme,
With gladness of a heart long quenched in mould
Autumn
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Mine avenue is all a growth of oaks,
Some rent by thunder strokes,
Some rustling leaves and acorns in the breeze;
Fair fall my fertile trees,
That rear their goodly heads, and live at ease.
A Glance Behind The Curtain
© James Russell Lowell
We see but half the causes of our deeds,
Seeking them wholly in the outer life,
The Sea's Withholding
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE ladye's bower faced the sea,
Its casements framed a sea-born day.
She saw the fishers sail away,
And, far and high,
The gulls sweep by
Within the hollow of the sky!
Twin-Growth
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
I would not wish thee other than thou art;
I love thee, love, so well in every part,
That had I power to change thee
In form or face or mind,
I could not find
The heart to re-arrange thee.
Desert Pools
© Sara Teasdale
I love too much; I am a river
Surging with spring that seeks the sea,
I am too generous a giver,
Love will not stoop to drink of me.
Sister to Sister
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'When I received that love which is a face,
When I perceived that face which is a love,
Fragment II
© Giacomo Leopardi
The light of day was fading in the west,
The smoke no more from village chimneys curled,
Nor voice of man, nor bark of dog was heard;
In A Glass Of Water before Retiring
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Now the day
Burns away.
Most austere
Night is here
Time for sleep.
