Love poems
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Across The Pampas
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Dost thou remember, oh, dost thou remember,
Here as we sit at home and take our rest,
How we went out one morning on a venture
In the West?
Bonie Lesley
© Robert Burns
The Deil he couldna scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look into thy bonnie face
And say, 'I canna wrang thee!'
The Sentence Of John L. Brown
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Ho! thou who seekest late and long
A License from the Holy Book
For brutal lust and fiendish wrong,
Man of the Pulpit, look!
Our Sweet Singer
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
ONE memory trembles on our lips;
It throbs in every breast;
In tear-dimmed eyes, in mirth's eclipse,
The shadow stands confessed.
Song: Soul's Joy, now I am gone
© John Donne
Soul's joy, now I am gone,
And you alone,
Which cannot be,
Since I must leave myself with thee,
Meet Me At Sunset
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Meet me at sunset, the hour we love best,
Ere day's last crimson blushes have died in the west;
The Willow-Tree (Another Version)
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Long by the willow-trees
Vainly they sought her,
Wild rang the mother's screams
O'er the gray water:
"Where is my lovely one?
Where is my daughter?
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Sicilian's Tale; The Monk of Casal-Maggiore
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once on a time, some centuries ago,
In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars
The Emigrant's Vision
© Charles Harpur
As his bark dashed away on the night-shrouded deep,
And out towards the South he was gazing,
Remembrance Of
© William Wordsworth
COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND
GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames! that other bards may see
As lovely visions by thy side
True Love
© Judith Viorst
It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf IV. -- Queen Sigrid The
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat proud and aloft
In her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft.
Heart's dearest,
Why dost thou sorrow so?
How Long?
© Emma Lazarus
How long, and yet how long,
Our leaders will we hail from over seas,
Master and kings from feudal monarchies,
And mock their ancient song
With echoes weak of foreign melodies?
The Night Has A Thousand Eyes
© Francis William Bourdillon
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
Deaths Genius
© Johannes Carsten Hauch
Oh you who weep, brush all your tears aside!
And you who mourn, recall grief wont abide!
For youll know rest when your heart beats no more,
Deaths angel you from all your wounds will cure.
The Fisher
© Roderic Quinn
ALL night a noise of leaping fish
Went round the bay,
And up and down the shallow sands
Sang waters at their play.
The Madman - His Parables and Poems
© Khalil Gibran
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
He Led Them By A Right Way
© John Newton
When Israel was from Egypt freed,
The Lord, who brought them out,
Helped them in every time of need,
But led them round about.
