Love poems
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Evangeline: Part The Second. I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,
When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,
At The Seaside
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O SOLITARY shining sea
That ripples in the sun,
O gray and melancholy sea,
O'er which the shadows run;
Crazed
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'The Spring again hath started on the course
Wherein she seeketh Summer thro' the Earth.
I will arise and go upon my way.
It may be that the leaves of Autumn hid
His footsteps from me; it may be the snows.
A Christmas Carol
© Charles Kingsley
It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas eve,
I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary-
The Broken Chords
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LIKE a worn wind-harp on a barren lea,
Unstirred by subtle breathings of the sea,
Though sweet south-breezes swell the floodtide's flow,
The lyric power in this worn heart of mine
Remonstrance
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Bless the dear old verdant land,
Brother, wert thou born of it?
As thy shadow life doth stand,
Twining round its rosy band,
The Queen Of Prussia's Tomb
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
In sweet pride upon that insult keen
She smiled; then drooping mute and broken-hearted,
To the cold comfort of the grave departed. ~ Milman.
Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part II.
© Henry James Pye
Yet midst the scene of dread, when certain fate
Rides on the tempest in terrific state,
Bold in the face of death the naval train
Exert their force, and brave the insulting main;
Though rising horrors on their efforts lower,
And the deaf whirlwind mock their useless power.
The Death Of Love
© Madison Julius Cawein
So Love is dead, the Love we knew of old!
And in the sorrow of our hearts' hushed halls
The Monk's Walk
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
In this sombre garden close
What has come and passed, who knows?
What red passion, what white pain
Haunted this dim walk in vain?
The True Sportsman
© William Henry Ogilvie
The real ones, the right ones, the straight ones and the true,
The pukka, peerless sportsmen-their numbers are but few;
Clerk Saunders
© Andrew Lang
Clerk Saunders and may Margaret
Walked ower yon garden green;
And sad and heavy was the love
That fell thir twa between.
Clara Morris (Written for a Benefit Given Mrs. Morris)
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic Regions
Where souls of artists are fitted for birth,
In The Forest
© Charles Sangster
There is no sadness here. Oh, that my heart
Were calm and peaceful as these dreamy groves!
Olney Hymn 33: Seeking The Beloved
© William Cowper
To those who love the Lord I speak;
Is my Beloved near?
The Bridegroom of my soul I seek,
Oh! when will He appear?
Italian Scenery
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Night rests in beauty on Mont Alto.
Beneath its shade the beauteous Arno sleeps
In vallombrosa's bosom, and dark trees
Bend with a calm and quiet shadow down
Upon the beauty of that silent river.
Jesus, Lord Of Heaven Above
© Anna Laetitia Waring
Jesus, Lord of Heaven above,
Earth beneath is all Thy own
In the depths of Heavenly love
Let my human heart be sown.
