Love poems
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Birds Sing I Love You, Love
© Augusta Davies Webster
Oh heart can hear heart's sense in senseless nought,
And heart that's sure of heart has little speech.
What shall it tell? The other knows its thought.
What shall one doubt or question or beseech
Who is assured and knows and, unbesought,
Possesses the dear trust that each gives each.
Langemarck At Ypres
© William Wilfred Campbell
This is the ballad of Langemarck,
A story of glory and might;
Of the vast Hun horde, and Canadas part
In the great grim fight.
On First Entering Westminster Abbey
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Not now for secular love's unquiet lease
Receive my soul, who rapt in thee erewhile
Hath broken tryst with transitory things;
But seal with her a marriage and a peace
Eternal, on thine Edward's holy isle,
Above the stormy sea of ending kings.
An Alpine Picture
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Stand here and look, and softly draw your breath
Lest the dread avalanche come crashing down!
Written After Spending A Day At West Point
© Frances Anne Kemble
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world
Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled,
The Monitions of the Unseen
© Jean Ingelow
Now, in an ancient town, that had sunk low,-
Trade having drifted from it, while there stayed
Too many, that it erst had fed, behind,-
There walked a curate once, at early day.
Sonnet 2: Not At First Sight
© Sir Philip Sidney
Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot
Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed;
But known worth did in mine of time proceed,
Till by degrees it had full conquest got:
The Song Of Exile
© Antônio Gonçalves Dias
My homeland has many palm-trees
and the thrush-song fills its air;
no bird here can sing as well
as the birds sing over there.
What Little Things!
© Madison Julius Cawein
What little things are those
That hold our happiness!
A smile, a glance, a rose
Dropped from her hair or dress;
A word, a look, a touch,-
These are so much, so much.
The Painted Cup
© William Cullen Bryant
The fresh savannas of the Sangamon
Here rise in gentle swells, and the long grass
Is mixed with rustling hazels. Scarlet tufts
Are glowing in the green, like flakes of fire;
The wanderers of the prairie know them well,
And call that brilliant flower the Painted Cup.
Cornered
© Edgar Albert Guest
I KNEW it was comin', I'd watched fer a year
Without sayin' a word to a soul excep' Ma
Midsummer Night, Not Dark, Not Light
© Jean Ingelow
Midsummer night, not dark, not light,
Dusk all the scented air,
The Two Swans
© Lesbia Harford
There's a big park just close to where we live
Trees in a row
And shaggy grass whereon the dead leaves blow.
And in the middle round a great lagoon
Aphrodite
© Madison Julius Cawein
Apollo never smote a lovelier strain,
When swan-necked Hebe paused her thirsty bowl
The Common Lot
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
It is a common fatea woman's lot
To waste on one the riches of her soul,
Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannot
Repay the interest, and much less the whole.
Lucretius
© Alfred Tennyson
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
Her master cold; for when the morning flush
Of passion and the first embrace had died
Between them, tho' he loved her none the less,
Song (Untitled #8)
© George Meredith
No, no, the falling blossom is no sign
Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute;
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; -
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.
Dream Song II
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Pray, what can dreams avail
To make love or to mar?
The child within the cradle rail
Lies dreaming of the star.
But is the star by this beguiled
To leave its place and seek the child?
