Love poems
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"Love I have served, for such length of time"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Now God save me from love, and loving again,
Except love of Her whom we should love here,
Through whom every mans redeemed from sin.
Words On The Window-Pane
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
DID she in summer write it, or in spring,
Or with this wail of autumn at her ears,
The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.
On The Silence Of A Young Lady
© George Moses Horton
Oh, heartless dove! mount in the skies,
Spread thy soft wing upon the gale,
Or on thy sacred pinions rise,
Nor brood with silence in the vale.
George L. Stearns
© John Greenleaf Whittier
He has done the work of a true man,--
Crown him, honor him, love him.
Weep, over him, tears of woman,
Stoop manliest brows above him!
A Comrade
© William Henry Ogilvie
I saw him in the breaker's yard
Bereft of half his pride,
The foam upon his shoulder starred,
The sweat upon his side.
He loved the wide-fenced fields, and I,
Who loved those fields as dear.
VIII: Song: To Sicknesse
© Benjamin Jonson
Why, Disease, dost thou molest
Ladies? and of them the best?
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Well pleased the audience heard the tale.
The Theologian said: "Indeed,
Sleep And Poetry
© John Keats
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer
La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon /
© Katherine Philips
1
O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
Keep White the Strain
© Anonymous
For this is our most sacred trust,
That ye shall in the full maintain,
Whether in simple love or lust -
"Keep white the strain!"
Ode to a Man of Letters
© John Logan
Lo, winter's hoar dominion past!
Arrested in his eastern blast
The fiend of nature flies;
Breathing the spring, the zephyrs play,
And re-enthroned the Lord of day
Resumes the golden skies.
When I Behold The Lark
© Bernard de Ventadorn
When I behold the lark upspring
To meet the bright sun joyfully,
Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows
© Sylvia Plath
There, spring lambs jam the sheepfold. In air
Stilled, silvered as water in a glass
Nothing is big or far.
The small shrew chitters from its wilderness
Song. For a Temperance Dinner
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
For a Temperance dinner to which ladies were
Invited (new York Mercantile library Association,
November, 1842)
To a Friend
© Kenneth Slessor
ADAM, because on the mind's roads
Your mouth is always in a hurry,
Because you know odes
And ways to make a curry,
