Love poems
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO THE BEDOUIN ARABS
Children of Shem! Firstborn of Noah's race,
But still forever children; at the door
Of Eden found, unconscious of disgrace,
One Woman's Memory
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,
And here are the letters he wrote to me.
The Cynic Of The Woods
© Arthur Patchett Martin
Come I from busy haunts of men,
With nature to commune,
Mesalliance
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am troubled to-night with a curious pain;
It is not of the flesh, it is not of the brain,
Nor yet of a heart that is breaking:
But down still deeper, and out of sight
Hopes
© Edith Nesbit
A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchanted bowers,
Earth springs to waking at Spring's voice and kiss,
And after winter's cold, unlovely hours,
Laughs out to find how beautiful she is.
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL
June 11, 1910
The Orphans' New Year's Gift
© Arthur Rimbaud
The room is full of shadow; you can hear, indistinctly, the sad soft whispering of two children.
Their foreheads lean forward, still heavy with dreams, beneath the long white bed-curtain
To The Hills!
© Govinda Krishna Chettur
'Tis eight miles out, and eight miles in,
Just at the break of morn.
'Tis ice without and flame within,
To gain a kiss at dawn!
The Idyl Of Battle Hollow
© Francis Bret Harte
No, I won't,--thar, now, so! And it ain't nothin',--no!
And thar's nary to tell that you folks yer don't know;
And it's "Belle, tell us, do!" and it's "Belle, is it true?"
And "Wot's this yer yarn of the Major and you?"
Till I'm sick of it all,--so I am, but I s'pose
Thet is nothin' to you. . . . Well, then, listen! yer goes!
The Boys Appeal
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
O say, dear sister, are you coming
Forth to the fields with me?
The Girl Martyr
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Upon his sculptured judgment throne the Roman Ruler sate;
His glittering minions stood around in all their gorgeous state;
But proud as were the noble names that flashed upon each shield
Names known in lofty council halls as well as tented field
None dared approach to break the spell of deep and silent gloom
That hoverd oer his haughty brow, like shadow of the tomb.
Youth And Age
© Sappho
If love thou hast for me, not hate,
Arise and find a younger mate;
For I no longer will abide
Where youth and age lie side by side.
The Tale Of A Pony
© Francis Bret Harte
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"
Surname, tolerable only in prose;
Love In Disguise
© John Kenyon
Unscathed through Beauty's thorny ways
Be mine, I said, henceforth to rove;
