Love poems
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Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake.
Too Late
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
COULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas,
In the old likeness that I knew,
I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas,
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.
Curly Locks
© James Whitcomb Riley
_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,--
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream._
The Somnambulist
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oaks and a water. By the water--eyes,
Ice-green and steadfast as cold stars; and hair
A Brown Study
© Edith Nesbit
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
A Glimpse Of Time
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the shadow of a broken house,
Down a deserted street,
Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs,
And the silence of dead feet
Locked wildly in one another's arms
I saw two lovers meet.
A Birth-Night Song
© Katharine Tynan
The Child is rocked on Mary's knee,
Cold in the stall this bitter night,
And "Lullalay-loo," soft singeth she,
"My little Boy and Heaven's Delight!"
When singing stars went up the sky
The Prince of Peace oped a sweet eye.
Lines To Mrs. St. Leger
© Frances Anne Kemble
O friend! my heart is sad: 'tis strange,
As I sit musing on the change
That has come o'er my fate, and cast
A longing look upon the past,
That pleasant time comes back again
So freshly to my heart and brain,
John Smith
© Eugene Field
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be
With thinking of my home and friends across the tumbling sea;
To Algernon Charles Swineburne
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
NOT since proud Marlowe poured his potent song
Through fadeless meadows to a marvellous main,
Has England hearkened to so sweet a strain--
So sweet as thine, and ah! so subtly strong!
To D. A. Mackellar
© Peter McArthur
[In Dedication of Aguilar]
MY cherished dead, when last your placid brow
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A DISAPPOINTMENT
Spring, of a sudden, came to life one day.
Ere this, the Winter had been cold and chill.
That morning first the Summer air did fill
"Too Low And Yet Too High."
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HE came in velvet and in gold;
He wooed her with a careless grace;
A confidence too rashly bold
Breathed in his language and his face.
The Island Of Endless Play
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
It lies off the border of 'No School Land'
And abounds with pleasures, I understand.
Quand-Meme
© John Hay
I strove, like Israel, with my youth,
And said, Till thou bestow
Upon my life Love's joy and truth,
I will not let thee go.
Lines Addressed From London, To Sara And S.T.C. At Bristol, In The Summer Of 1796
© Charles Lamb
Was it so hard a thing? I did but ask
A fleeting holiday, a little week.
