Love poems
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On Leaving London For Wales
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind
Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,
Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind,
And tightening the soul's laxest nerves to steel;
The Yellowhammer
© John Clare
When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen,
And yellowhammers gathering the dry bents
Robert E. Lee
© Julia Ward Howe
A gallant foeman in the fight,
A brother when the fight was o'er,
The hand that led the host with might
The blessed torch of learning bore.
Songs Set To Music: 22. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries
To ease his tortured breast,
Since Amoret the cure denies,
And makes his pain a jest.
Emile Bronte
© Arthur Symons
This was a woman young and passionate,
Loving the Earth, and loving mot to be
Neros Incendiary Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred,
Come to the novel feast I spread, thrice-consul, Nero, lord,
The Caesar, master of the world, and eke of harmony,
Who plays the harp of many strings, a chief of minstrelsy.
On The Death Of His Mother
© James Thomson
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,
Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;
Sonnet 28: You That With Allegory's Curious Frame
© Sir Philip Sidney
You that with allegory's curious frame,
Of others' children changelings use to make,
With me those pains for God's sake do not take:
I list not dig so deep for brazen fame.
My Queen of Dreams
© Philip Joseph Holdsworth
In the warm flushed heart of the rose-red west,
When the great sun quivered and died to-day,
Sonnet VII.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THOSE times are gone, that circle thinned away,
And we who live, now scattered far and wide,
Each in our separate centres fixed abide,
Round which new interests now revolve and play
April
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
The lovers that disbelieve,
False rumours shall grieve
And evil-speaking shall part.
Steelhead
© Robinson Jeffers
The sky was cold December blue with great tumbling clouds,
and the little river
To A.J. Scott
© George MacDonald
I walked all night: the darkness did not yield.
Around me fell a mist, a weary rain,
Enduring long. At length the dawn revealed
Lord! When Those Glorious Lights I See
© George Wither
Lord! when those glorious lights I see
With which thou hast adorned the skies,
Lessons of English
© Boris Pasternak
And when Ophelia sang a ballad-
In her last hours among the living-
All dryness of her soul was carried
Aloft by gusts of wind, like cinders.
In The Winter
© George MacDonald
In the winter, flowers are springing;
In the winter, woods are green,
A Wreath Of Sonnets (9/14)
© France Preseren
They were all fed on many a plaint and tear
The humble blooms on my Parnassus grown;
My tears of love flowed not for you alone,
But also for the land I hold so dear.
