Love poems
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Tale XII
© George Crabbe
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.
'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,
Recollections
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Ah! summer time, sweet summer scene,
When all the golden days,
Linked hand-in-hand, like moonlit fays,
Danced o'er the deepening green.
To One Slain In Absence.
© Arthur Henry Adams
AND so we parted, love, oblivious
That we were parting! With our laughter light,
Flouting the future, on the morrow bright
At our old tryst we would once more discuss
Father, Father Abraham
© James Weldon Johnson
Father, Father Abraham,
Today look on us from above;
On us, the offspring of thy faith,
The children of thy Christ-like love.
The Borough. Letter XXIV: Schools
© George Crabbe
pride, -
Their room, the sty in which th' assembly meet,
In the close lane behind the Northgate-street;
T'observe his vain attempts to keep the peace,
Till tolls the bell, and strife and troubles cease,
For the Airmen
© Katharine Tynan
THOU who guidest the swallow and wren,
Keep the paths of the flying men!
Grandfather's Love
© Sara Teasdale
They said he sent his love to me,
They wouldn't put it in my hand,
And when I asked them where it was
They said I couldn't understand.
Song.The transient time
© Louisa Stuart Costello
The transient time, for ever past,
How shall I dare review!
Operation
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Time, the superb physician, drew his breath,
"I'll just remove Youth, Health and Love," he said,
"The rest is for Consulting-Surgeon Death."
God, how I hated that peremptory head!
As through the ether came his sickening drawl
"Now this won't hurt. . . . Oh, it won't hurt at all."
Of Hym That Togyder Wyll Serve Two Masters
© Sebastian Brant
If any do hym wronge or injury
He must it suffer and pacyently endure
A double tunge with wordes like hony;
And of his offycis if he wyll be sure
He must be sober and colde of his langage,
More to a knave, than to one of hye lynage.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 01:
© Conrad Aiken
As evening falls,
And the yellow lights leap one by one
Maui Victor
© Johannes Carl Andersen
Unhewn in quarry lay the Parian stone,
Ere hands, god-guided, of Praxiteles
Theyre Coming Back
© Edgar Albert Guest
THEY 'RE coming home Thanksgiving Day,
They 're coming back once more,
Dialogue Lucasta, Alexis
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Lucasta.
TELL me, ALEXIS, what this parting is,
That so like dying is, but is not it?
Half An Hour Before Supper
© Francis Bret Harte
"So she's here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train,
And you really believe she would know you if you were to meet her
again?"
Celestial Heights
© Alfred Austin
Hail! steep ascents and winding ways,
Glimmering through melting morning haze,
Hail! mountain herd-bells chiming clear!
Hail! meads and cherry-orchards green,
And hail, thrice hail! thou golden mean,
The châlet's simple cheer!
Sonnet XXXVIII: The Morrow's Message
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Thou Ghost, I said, and is thy name To-day?
Yesterday's son, with such an abject brow!
On Ye Queens Death
© Thomas Parnell
The Persians us'd at setting of ye sunn
To howl, as if he nere again should runn
