Love poems
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Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall At Cambridge, June 23, 1874
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHERE, girt around by savage foes,
Our nurturing Mother's shelter rose,
Behold, the lofty temple stands,
Reared by her children's grateful hands!
To The Miami
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one!
I love thee more for that thou changest not.
In Ampezzo
© Trumbull Stickney
Only once more and not again-the larches
Shake to the wind their echo, "Not again,"-
We see, below the sky that over-arches
Heavy and blue, the plain
Samuel J. Tilden
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Once more, O all-adjusting Death!
The nation's Pantheon opens wide;
Once more a common sorrow saith
A strong, wise man has died.
Italy : 23. Bologna
© Samuel Rogers
'Twas night; the noise and bustle of the day
Were o'er. The mountebank no longer wrought
Miraculous cures -- he and his stage were gone;
And he who, when the crisis of his tale
Song IV
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O! TO be
By the sea, the sea!
While a brave nor'wester's blowing,
With a swirl on the lee,
The Song Of Hiawatha XI: Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
How the handsome Yenadizze
"My Heart Is Sick With Longing"
© Thomas Hood
My heart is sick with longing, tho' I feed
On hope; Time goes with such a heavy pace
That neither brings nor takes from thy embrace,
As if he sleptforgetting his old speed:
St. Dorothy
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
And Theophile burnt in the cheek, and said:
Yea, could one see it, this were marvellous.
I pray you, at your coming to this house,
Give me some leaf of all those tree-branches;
Seeing how so sharp and white our weather is,
There is no green nor gracious red to see.
St. Barnabas
© John Keble
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart
Knows its own anguish and unrest;
The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters
© William Butler Yeats
Second Sailor. And I had thought to make
A good round Sum upon this cruise, and turn
For I am getting on in lifeto something
That has less ups and downs than robbery.
The Dream
© Sylvia Plath
Last night, he said, I slept well
except for two uncanny dreams
that came before the change of weather
when I rose and opened all
the shutters to let warm wind feather
with wet plumage through my rooms.
Dear Motherland Of France
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE
Our Motherland, dear Motherland,
The Little Saint
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AT the calm matin hour
I see her bend in prayer,
As bends a virgin flower
Kissed by the summer air;
To G. G.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Graceful in name and in thyself, our river
None fairer saw in John Ward's pilgrim flock,
Proof that upon their century-rooted stock
The English roses bloom as fresh as ever.
The Visionary Hope
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling
He fain would frame a prayer within his breast,
Would fain entreat for some sweet breath of healing,
That his sick body might have ease and rest;
