Love poems
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Spring Has Come
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE sunbeams, lost for half a year,
Slant through my pane their morning rays;
For dry northwesters cold and clear,
The east blows in its thin blue haze.
The Collar-Bone Of A Hare
© William Butler Yeats
WOULD I could cast a sad on the water
Where many a king has gone
Sonnet II
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
In shame is man conceived, through pain is born,
And brief the time upon this earth he goes
In life inconstant, full of fears and woes.
He dies, a shadow by the sun forlorn.
The Vigil Of Venus
© Allen Tate
I
Tomorrow let loveless, let lover tomorrow make love :
O spring, singing spring, spring of the world renew!
In spring lovers consent and the birds marry
When the grove receives in her hair the nuptial dew.
Apocalypse
© Madison Julius Cawein
Before I found her I had found
Within my heart, as in a brook,
Reflections of her: now a sound
Of imaged beauty; now a look.
To the Memory of a young Commander slain in a Battle with the Indians, 1724.
© Mather Byles
I.
While rosey Cheeks their Bloom confess,
And Youth thy Bosom warms,
Let Vertue, and let Knowledge dress,
Thy Mind in brighter Charms.
For The Burns Centennial Celebration
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
His birthday.--Nay, we need not speak
The name each heart is beating,--
Each glistening eye and flushing cheek
In light and flame repeating!
Address ToThe Devil
© Robert Burns
O thou! whatever title suit thee,-
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!
Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
Lines Addressed To A Young Lady
© George Gordon Byron
Doubtless, sweet girl! the hissing lead,
Wafting destruction o'er thy charms,
And hurtling o'er thy lovely head,
Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms.
The Valse
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When to sweet music my lady is dancing
My heart to mild frenzy her beauty inspires.
You'll Tell Her, Won't You?
© Anonymous
You'll tell her, won't you? Say to her I died
As a brave soldier should - true to the last;
Don Juan: Dedication
© George Gordon Byron
Bob Southey! You're a poet-Poet-laureate,
And representative of all the race;
Love's Land
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Oh Love builds on the azure sea,
And Love builds on the golden sand,
And Love builds on the rose-winged cloud,
And sometimes Love builds on the land!
Ah, Yesterday Was Dark And Drear
© Mathilde Blind
Ah, yesterday was dark and drear,
My heart was deadly sore;
Without thy love it seemed, my Dear,
That I could live no more.
Our Little Needs
© Edgar Albert Guest
A LITTLE more of loving, a little less of pain,
A little more of sunshine, a little less of rain;
A little more of friendship, a little less of strife
These are what we 're wanting to make the perfect life.
Fragments - Lines 1337 - 1340
© Theognis of Megara
No longer do I love a boy. I have kicked aside harsh torments;
From grievous hardships I have gladly escaped;
I am set loose from longing by fair-wreathed Kythereia.
As for you, my boy, you have no attractiveness in my eyes.
Horace I, 4.
© Eugene Field
'Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea;
The breezes, loitering kindly over
The fields, again bring herds and men
The grateful cheer of honeyed clover.
"I swear to you, Love, by your arrows"
© Gaspara Stampa
For theres a virtue born from suffering,
That dims and conquers the sense of pain,
So that its barely felt, seems scarcely hurting.
No! This, that torments soul and body again,
This is the real fear presaging my dying:
What if my fire be only straw and flame?
The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
O soul, my soul, you slumbered too…
What is it that, your sleep disturbing,
Fills you with warmth and tender yearning
And gilds your tarnished dreams anew?
