Love poems
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The Borough. Letter XV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Clelia
© George Crabbe
Another term is past; ten other years
In various trials, troubles, views, and fears:
Of these some pass'd in small attempts at trade;
Houses she kept for widowers lately made;
For now she said, "They'll miss th' endearing
The Shepherd's Week : Tuesday; or, the Ditty
© John Gay
Marian.
Young Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed,
My Eyes Jump In And Out...
© Attila Jozsef
My eyes jump in and out, I'm mad again.
When I'm like this, don't hurt me. Hold me tight.
When all I am goes crosseyed in my brain,
Fairy Favours
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Wouldst thou wear the gift of immortal bloom?
Wouldst thou smile in scorn at the shadowy tomb?
Drink of this cup! it is richly fraught
With balm from the gardens of genii brought;
Drink, and the spoiler shall pass thee by,
When the young all scatter'd like rose-leaves lie.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
YOUTH
Youth, ageless youth, the old gods' attribute!
--To inherit cheeks a--tingle with such blood
As wood nymphs blushed, who to the first--blown flute
Woman To Child
© Judith Wright
You who were darkness warmed my flesh
where out of darkness rose the seed.
Then all a world I made in me;
all the world you hear and see
hung upon my dreaming blood.
Whitsunday
© John Keble
When God of old came down from Heaven,
In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness and half flame:
A Thousand Years From Now
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I SAT within my tranquil room;
The twilight shadows sank and rose
With slowly flickering motions, waved
Grotesquely through the dusk repose;
From Vergil's Tenth Eclogue
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse
Shed thou once more the spirit of thy stream:
Who denies verse to Gallus? So, when thou
Glidest beneath the green and purple gleam
The Past
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Wilt thou forget the happy hours
Which we buried in Loves sweet bowers,
Heaping over their corpses cold
Ode to a Lady on the Spring
© Joseph Warton
Lo! Spring, array'd in primrose-colour'd robe,
Fresh beauties sheds on each enliven'd scene,
With show'rs and sunshine cheers the smiling globe,
And mantles hill and vale in glowing green.
The Chosen
© William Butler Yeats
The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much
Struggling for an image on the track
Song Of A Tribe Of The Ancient Egyptians
© Rupert Brooke
(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
She was lustful and lewd?but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.
Sonnet XV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling
From the mixed sense of being not loved and loving,
Youth And The Pilgrim
© Sara Teasdale
Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,
I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,
By shore of any sea?
Oh mountains of Albania (excerpt from Bucolics and Georgics)
© Naim Frashëri
Oh mountains of Albania and you, oh mighty oaks,
Broad plains with all your flowers, day and night I contemplate you,
At The Ferry
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oh, dim and wan came in the dawn,
And gloomy closed the day;
The killdee whistled among the weeds,
The heron flapped in the river reeds,
And the snipe piped far away.
Light Breeze
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
As regards feeling pain, like a hand cut in battle,
consider the body a robe you wear.
