Love poems
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Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
Shooting
© Henry James Pye
The Monarch hears, and with reluctant eyes
Gives the consent his boding heart denies;
His brow a placid guise dissembling wears,
While Reason vainly combats stronger fears.
Deliverance Through Art
© Lesbia Harford
When I am making poetry I'm good
And happy then.
I live in a deep world of angelhood
Afar from men.
Heaven
© Virna Sheard
Not with the haloed saints would Heaven be
For such as I;
Who have not reached to their serenity
So sweet and high.
Arnold Rode Behind
© Roderic Quinn
WE galloped down the sodden track
Close buttoned 'gainst the wind;
I took the lead with whip and spur,
And Arnold rode behind.
Gentle Annie
© Stephen C. Foster
Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.
Reincarnation
© Madison Julius Cawein
High in the place of outraged liberty,
He ruled the world, an emperor and god
His iron armies swept the land and sea,
And conquered nations trembled at his nod.
And What Have You To Say?
© Henry Lawson
I MIND the days when ladies fair
Helped on my overcoat,
And tucked the silken handkerchief
About my precious throat;
They used to see the poets soul
In every song I wrote.
Testamentum Amoris
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I cannot raise my eyelids up from sleep,
But I am visited with thoughts of you;
Slumber has no refreshment half so deep
As the sweet morn, that wakes my heart anew.
The Woman Who Went To Hell [An Irish Legend]
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Young Dermod stood by his mother's side,
And he spake right stern and cold;
Now, why do you weep and wail," he said,
And joy from my bride withhold ?
Song
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
O FLY not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay:
For my heart no measure
Knows, nor other treasure
To buy a garland for my love to-day.
In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At La Chaudeau,--'tis long since then:
I was young,--my years twice ten;
All things smiled on the happy boy,
Dreams of love and songs of joy,
Azure of heaven and wave below,
At La Chaudeau.
"I touched the heart that loved me as a player"
© Alice Meynell
The songs I knew not he resumes, set free
From my constraining love, alas for me!
His part in our tune goes with him; my part
Is locked in me for ever; I stand as mute
As one with full strong music in his heart
Whose fingers stray upon a shattered lute.
England
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Shall we but turn from braggart pride
Our race to cheapen and defame?
Before the world to wail, to chide,
And weakness as with vaunting claim?
To The River Arve
© William Cullen Bryant
Not from the sands or cloven rocks,
Thou rapid Arve! thy waters flow;
Stray Birds 61 - 70
© Rabindranath Tagore
61
TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam
when poured into that of others.
Cantus peregrinorum.
© Thomas Hoccleve
Honowred be thu, blissed lord on hye, That of the blisful maydë were I-bore,That with thi deth us boughtist myght[i]ly:Thin ownë flesch and blood, þou gaue us fore,And for us suffred peynës wonder sore, Bothe foot and hand [i]nayled to the rode,And bledest alle thin veray hert[es] bloode!
Honowred be thu, fadir souereigne, That vowchedsaff suche raunsom [us] to sendeThin ownë lovëd sone to suffre peyne,Oure mysease & myschief [for] to amende!Thu holigost, þat art withowt[en] ende, With fadier & sone, one god in trinite,ffor euere honured be thi maieste!
Love Sonnet XLII
© Zora Bernice May Cross
And then to counterbalance what you give
Thus all unwittingly, I smile or frown,
Am thoughtful, mirthful, grave or sunny-eyed
To meet your mood and help you best to live.
In me, all women to your wish bow down.
In you, all men at my desire abide.
