Love poems
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The Yankee Girl
© John Greenleaf Whittier
She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
With a music as sweet as the music which seems
Breathed softly and faintly in the ear of our dreams!
L'Idole.. Sonnet Du Trou Du Cul
© Arthur Rimbaud
Obscur et froncé comme un oeillet violet
Il respire, humblement tapi parmi la mousse.
Humide encor d'amour qui suit la fuite douce
Des Fesses blanches jusqu'au coeur de son ourlet.
Empty
© Ada Cambridge
Can this be my poem?-this poor fragment
Of bald thought in meanest language dressed!
Can this string of rhymes be my sweep poem?
All its poetry wholly unexpressed!
The Tournament. An Interlude
© Thomas Chatterton
BERGHAMME.
Nowe, nowe, Syrr Knyghte, attoure thie beeveredd eyne,
I have borne downe, and efte doe gauntlette thee.
Swythenne begynne, and wrynn thie shappe orr myne;
Gyff thou dyscomfytte, ytt wylle dobblie bee.
Of One Who Died In Spring
© George MacDonald
Loosener of springs, he died by thee!
Softness, not hardness, sent him home;
He loved thee-and thou mad'st him free
Of all the place thou comest from!
ElegyXI: The Bracelet
© John Donne
NOT that in colour it was like thy hair,
For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear ;
After Ascension
© Katharine Tynan
Those twelve years from Ascension
Until the day of meeting broke,
She was not so much all alone
As it might seem to common folk,
Because no day passed without bliss:
He gives Himself back to her kiss.
Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me
© Sir Philip Sidney
When my good angel guides me to the place,
Where all my good I do in Stella see,
That heav'n of joys throws only down on me
Thunder'd disdains and lightnings of disgrace:
Birds
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THAT'S the dove, my darling!
Murmurous, soft and tender;
There! she's mooning, crooning,
On a pine-branch slender.
At The Close Of The Year
© John Newton
Let hearts and tongues unite,
And loud thanksgivings raise:
'Tis duty, mingled with delight,
To sing the Saviour's praise.
The Angel Of Patience
© John Greenleaf Whittier
To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest Angel gently comes
No power has he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again;
And yet in tenderest love, our dear
And Heavenly Father sends him here.
At School-Close
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The end has come, as come it must
To all things; in these sweet June days
The teacher and the scholar trust
Their parting feet to separate ways.
The White Bird
© Lola Ridge
Ah, what a mighty destiny shall be yours,
Should you persuade her
The Unconstrainable One
Who has slid out of the arms of so many lovers,
Leaving'not'a feather in their hands!
When My Ship Comes In
© Edgar Albert Guest
You shall have satin and silk to wear,
When my ship comes in;
Life and Death
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I fear thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine
To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,
Olney Hymn 50: The Christian
© William Cowper
Honor and happiness unite
To make the Christian's name a praise;
How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of His days!
