Love poems
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The Buried Flower
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
In the silence of my chamber,
When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
Mutters in its charmed sleep,
Love's Servile Lot
© Robert Southwell
LOVE, mistress is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serve;
They reckon least how little Love
Their service doth deserve.
This Quiet Dust
© John Hall Wheelock
For, as all flesh must die, so all,
Now dust, shall live. 'Tis natural;
Yet hardly do I understand --
Here in the hollow of my hand
A bit of God Himself I keep,
Between two vigils fallen asleep.
Initiation
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The wind has fal'n asleep; the bough that tost
Is quiet; the warm sun's gone; the wide light
Sinks and is almost lost;
Yet the April day glows on within my mind
Sonnet On The Approach Of Autumn
© Amelia Opie
FAREWEL gay Summer! now the changing wind
That Autumn brings commands thee to retreat;
It fades the roses which thy temples bind,
And the green sandals which adorn thy feet.
The Colours Of Light
© Dorothea Mackellar
This is not easy to understand
For you that come from a distant land
Where all thecolours are low in pitch -
Deep purples, emeralds deep and rich,
Where autumn's flaming and summer's green -
Here is a beauty you have not seen.
Josephs Dreams and Reuben's Brethren [A Recital in Six Chapters]
© Henry Lawson
CHAPTER I
I cannot blame old Israel yet,
The Road to Roundabout
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Some say that Guy of Warwick
The man that killed the Cow,
To The West Wind
© George Frederick Cameron
WEST wind, come from the west land
Fair and far!
Come from the fields of the best land
Upon our star!
Sanctuary
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Neighbour! for pity a hound cries on your steps,
With pleading eyes, with sore and weary feet.
Carissima Mea
© Madison Julius Cawein
I look upon my lady's face,
And, in the world about me, see
No face like hers in any place:
_Therefore it is I sing her praise._
Translations And Adaptations From Heine
© Ezra Pound
I
Is your hate, then, of such measure?
Do you, truly, so detest me?
Through all the world will I complain
Of how you have addressed me.
Our Oldest Friend
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I GIVE you the health of the oldest friend
That, short of eternity, earth can lend,--
A friend so faithful and tried and true
That nothing can wean him from me and you.
The Swallow
© Charlotte Turner Smith
THE gorse is yellow on the heath,
The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,
Habakkuk
© Thomas Parnell
Here terrour leaves me with exalted head,
I breath fine air, and find the vision fled,
The Seer withdrawn, inspir'd, and urg'd to write,
By the warm influence of the sacred sight.
When Horace "Came Back"
© Franklin Pierce Adams
When I was your stiddy, my loveliest Lyddy,
And you my embraceable she,
In joys and diversions, the king of the Persians
Had nothing on me.
