Love poems
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Cupid's Promise - Paraphrased
© Matthew Prior
Soft Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, moved with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And uttered thus his fond desire.
The Hidden Heart
© Roderic Quinn
AS I rode out of Lochinvar
About me all the scene was fair;
The skies, with not a cloud to mar,
Were filled with fresh and dewy air,
To My Aging Friends
© George MacDonald
It is no winter night comes down
Upon our hearts, dear friends of old;
But a May evening, softly brown,
Whose wind is rather cold.
A Warning: to Aurelius
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
I commend myself and my love to you,
Aurelius. I ask for modest indulgence,
Colour
© Dorothea Mackellar
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,
Unknowing, day by day,
That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour
That will not pass away -
Child Thoughts
© William Henry Drummond
WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVER-
SARY OF MY BROTHER TOM 'S BIRTHDAY
A Lover To His Mistress
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh make not light of love, my lady dear,
For, from that sweetest source doth ever flow
Against Urania
© Francis Thompson
Lo I, Song's most true lover, plain me sore
That worse than other women she can deceive,
The Little Left Hand - Act III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Interior of a Church--Davis, Bradshaw, and others.
Davis. The sword of the Lord and the sword of Gideon!
It was good To see the red--coats run before our multitude.
We broke them by sheer numbers--
Faces
© Edgar Albert Guest
I look into the faces of the people passing by,
The glad ones and the sad ones, and the lined with misery,
And I wonder why the sorrow or the twinkle in the eye;
But the pale and weary faces are the ones that trouble me.
Footfalls
© Henry Kendall
The embers were blinking and clinking away,
The casement half open was thrown;
There was nothing but cloud on the skirts of the Day,
And I sat on the threshold alone!
Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed
© John Donne
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie.
To A Lady, With Falconer's 'Shipwreck'
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oh! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams
In arched groves, the youthful poet's choice;
Nor while half-listening, mid delicious dreams,
To harp and song from lady's hand and voice;
Love Rides Disguised
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What name is his, thy knight's? Nay, ask it not.
If fate should hear thee, child, what griefs might come.
Love rides disguised. He fears a counterplot
For his own plot of joy in heathendom.
Is There A Santa Claus?
© Edgar Albert Guest
Is there a Santa Claus?" she asked,
"Come, daddy, tell me true;
Will And I
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I.
WE roam the hills together,
In the golden summer weather,
Will and I:
