Love poems
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Olney Hymn 34: The Waiting Soul
© William Cowper
Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,
And cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!
Another Of The Same (A Report Song In A Dream)
© Nicholas Breton
Say that I should say I love ye,
Would you say 'tis but a saying?
But if Love in prayers move ye,
Will ye not be moved with praying?
Boats In A Fog
© Robinson Jeffers
Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,
The exuberant voices of music,
The Sunbeam
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou art no lingerer in monarch's hall,
A joy thou art, and a wealth to all!
A bearer of hope unto land and sea:â
Sunbeam! what gift hath the world like thee?
Fourth Sunday After Easter
© John Keble
My Saviour, can it ever be
That I should gain by losing Thee?
A Dream
© William Cullen Bryant
I had a dream--a strange, wild dream--
Said a dear voice at early light;
And even yet its shadows seem
To linger in my waking sight.
"`Roses crimson, roses white"
© Alfred Austin
`Every wall is white with roses
`Every wall is white with roses,
Linnets pair in every tree;
Brim your beakers, twine your posies,
Kiss and quaff ere Springtime closes;
Bloom and beauty quickly flee.'
Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art
© Sir Philip Sidney
Desire, though thou my old companion art,
And oft so clings to my pure love, that I
One from the other scarcely can descry,
While each doth blow the fire of my heart;
On Being Asked to Write a School Hymn
© Charles Causley
On a starless night and still
Underneath a sleeping hill
Comes the cry of sheep and kine
From the slaughter house to mine.
Parted Presence
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
LOVE, I speak to your heart,
Your heart that is always here.
Love Gregor; Or, The Lass Of Lochroyan
© Andrew Lang
"O wha will shoe my fu' fair foot?
And wha will glove my hand?
And wha will lace my middle jimp,
Wi' the new-made London band?
Diya
© Amy Lowell
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night!
See where it casts the shadow of that tree
Patria (French & English)
© Victor Marie Hugo
(Musique de Beethoven)
Là-haut qui sourit ?
Est-ce un esprit ?
Est-ce une femme ?
Bitterness
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild
Even in indignation, taking by the hand
One that obeyed them mutely, as a child
Submissive to a law he does not understand.
If
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day,
O, what a day to-day would be!
But now he's away, miles and miles away
From me across the sea.
The Mayfair Love-Song
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Winter and summer, night and morn,
I languish at this table dark;
Hunger
© Arthur Rimbaud
Beneath the bush a wolf will howl, Spitting bright feathers
From his feast of fowl: Like him, I devour myself.
Waiting to be gathered, Fruits and grasses spend their hours;
The spider spinning in the hedge, Eats only flowers.
Let me sleep! Let me boil, On the altars of Solomon;
Let me soak the rusty soil, And flow into Kendron.
The Lamentable Ballad Of The Foundling Of Shoreditch
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Come all ye Christian people, and listen to my tail,
It is all about a doctor was travelling by the rail,
By the Heastern Counties' Railway (vich the shares I don't desire),
From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vich his name did not transpire.
"Mercy, my lady! One thing I ask you,"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Thibaut, if Love is making you suffer,
For me, dont regret it, if I love ever,
Mine is a heart that will fail you never.
