Love poems
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The Worlds Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840
© John Greenleaf Whittier
YES, let them gather! Summon forth
The pledged philanthropy of Earth.
From every land, whose hills have heard
The bugle blast of Freedom waking;
Canada
© Stephan Stephansson
It was formerly believed, on a sea-battered shore
though the storm at home blasted,
that in the distant west there still lay lands,
where calm and sun never ended,
for there the good season had found it's retreat
and freedom and compassion - all that is best.
Lalla Ruk
© Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky
Dearest dream, my soul's enchantment
Lovely guest from heav'n above,
To Philaster
© Sarah Fyge
Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please,
Your Passion now is but a dull disease;
The Gift Of Play
© Edgar Albert Guest
Some have the gift of song and some possess the gift of silver speech,
Some have the gift of leadership and some the ways of life can teach.
Longing
© George MacDonald
My heart is full of inarticulate pain,
And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looks
Invade my sanctuary. Men of gain,
Wise in success, well-read in feeble books,
No nigher come, I pray: your air is drear;
'Tis winter and low skies when ye appear.
Resignation
© Alfred Austin
Since we the march of Time can not arrest,
Keep you in step with him till Time shall end:
Delight In God Only
© Francis Quarles
I love (and have some cause to love) the earth;
She is my Maker's creature, therefore good:
She is my mother, for she gave me birth;
She is my tender nurse; she gives me food;
But what's a creature, Lord, compared with Thee?
Or what's my mother, or my nurse to me?
Wind On The Sea
© Arthur Symons
The loneliness of the sea is in my heart,
And the wind is not more lonely than this grey mind.
I have thought far thoughts, I have loved, I have loved, and I find
Love gone, thought weary, and I alas, left behind.
The "Titanic"
© Katharine Lee Bates
As she sped from dawn to gloaming, a palace upon the sea,
Did the waves from her proud bows foaming whisper what port should be?
Lines For The Late Caroline K.s Album
© John Kenyon
Beloved friend!
Who for thyself still doubteststill the more
For those meek doubtsThy volume shall be there.
On The Castle Of Chillon
© George Gordon Byron
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
The Golden Age
© Alfred Austin
Nor this the worst! When ripened Shame would hide
Fruits of that hour when Passion conquered Pride,
There are not wanting in this Christian land
The breast remorseless and the Thuggish hand,
To advertise the dens where Death is sold,
And quench the breath of baby-life for gold!
Lines Written As A School Exercise At Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis 14
© William Wordsworth
"AND has the Sun his flaming chariot driven
Two hundred times around the ring of heaven,
Since Science first, with all her sacred train,
Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reign?
The New Cup
© Carolyn Wells
"I've a lovely new cup from Uncle John,"
Said Dorothy; "only see--
It has beautiful golden letters on,
And they spell '_Remember Me_.'"
Niobe
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``Zeus, and ye Gods, that rule in heaven above,
Is there naught holy, or to your hard hearts dear?
Have ye forgotten utterly to love,
Or to be kind, in that untroubled sphere?
If aught ye cherish, still by that I pray,
Destroy the life that ye have cursed this day!
Idyll XIX. Love Stealing Honey
© Theocritus
Once thievish Love the honeyed hives would rob,
When a bee stung him: soon he felt a throb
Through all his finger-tips, and, wild with pain,
Blew on his hands and stamped and jumped in vain.
