Love poems
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Artesian Well
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
In the feathergrass steppe
Sources lie buried,
The thirsty sun knows
Life isn't raspberries.
Ballades V - Of His Choice Of A Sepulchre
© Andrew Lang
Friend, or stranger kind, or lover,
Ah, fulfil a last behest,
Let me rest
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
Sonnet To Mrs. Bates
© Helen Maria Williams
Oh, thou whose melody the heart obeys,
Thou who can'st all its subject passions move,
Love Disarmed
© Matthew Prior
Still lay the God: The Nymph surpriz'd,
Yet Mistress of her self, devis'd,
How She the Vagrant might inthral,
And Captive Him, who Captives All.
Shes My Ever Lovin Machine
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Hey boys you know once I was took in by a girl with a twinkly eye
And the first time that I wasn't lookin' she run off with a handsomer guy oh my
But I'm an ingenious feller yeah as soon as my brain got uncurled
I tiptoed right down to my cellar and I built a mechanical girl
Oh her arms are iron her legs are steel her hips are on wires attached to a wheel
And her spine is a coil that I now and then oil she's my ever-lovin' machine
Simple Trust
© William Cowper
Still, still, without ceasing,
I feel it increasing,
This fervour of holy desire;
And often exclaim,
Let me die in the flame
Of a love that can never expire!
Azrael's Count
© Rudyard Kipling
Men I dismiss to the Mercy greet me not willingly;
Crying, "When seekest Thou me first? Are not my kin unslain?
Shrinking aside from the Sword-edge, blinking the glare of it,
Sinking the chin in the neck-bone. How shall that profit them?
Yet, among men a ten thousand, few meet me otherwise.
To Mr. Henry Lawes, Who Had Then Newly Set a Song of Mine
© Edmund Waller
You, by the help of tune and time,
Can make that song which was but rhyme.
Noy pleading, no man doubts the cause;
Or questions verses set by Lawes.
The Door Of Humility
© Alfred Austin
ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
The How and Why of such as He;
Inscriptions: VIII: Ye Powers Unseen
© Mark Akenside
Ye powers unseen, to whom, the bards of Greece
Erected altars; ye who to the mind
The Dominion Of Australia {A Forecast}
© James Brunton Stephens
SHE is not yet, but he whose ear
Thrills to that finer atmosphere
How A Princess Was Wooed From Habitual Sadness
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
In days of old the King of Saxe
Had singular opinions,
Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton
© William Wordsworth
BENEATH yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound,
Rugged and high, of Charnwood's forest ground
Stand yet, but, Stranger! hidden from thy view,
The ivied Ruins of forlorn GRACE DIEU;
Fragment V
© James Macpherson
Dargo the mighty came on, like a
cloud of thunder. His brows were contracted
and dark. His eyes like two
caves in a rock. Bright rose their
swords on each side; dire was the clang
of their steel.
Shadows
© Richard Monckton Milnes
They seem'd, to those who saw them meet,
The casual friends of every day;
Her smile was undisturb'd and sweet,
His courtesy was free and gay.
If I were to Own
© Edward Thomas
f I were to own this countryside
As far as a man in a day could ride,
The Prayer
© Arthur Symons
Dear, if I might love better for your sake,
I would not care though you should love me less;
I love you more than to consent to take
Happiness and not give you happiness.
