Love poems
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Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee;
© John Austin
Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee;
And bow before thy Throne:
Genesis BK XVII
© Caedmon
(ll. 1002-1005) Then the Lord of glory spake unto Cain, and asked
where Abel was. Quickly the cursed fashioner of death made
answer unto Him:
Book Eleventh: France [concluded]
© William Wordsworth
But indignation works where hope is not,
And thou, O Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.
To A Canadian Lad Killed In The War
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Let us bring pungent wreaths of balsam, and tender
Tendrils of wild-flowers, lovelier for thy daring,
And deck a sylvan shrine, where the maple parts
The moonlight, with lilac bloom, and the splendour
Of suns unwearied; all unwithered, wearing
Thy valor stainless in our heart of hearts.
At The Last.
© Robert Crawford
The sky grows white with the moon,
And the sea yearns up to the night
As the soul to an unknown height,
Drawn thence by a starry rune.
Sunset On The Bearcamp
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A gold fringe on the purpling hem
Of hills the river runs,
As down its long, green valley falls
The last of summer's suns.
L'Homme Et La Mer (Man And The Sea)
© Charles Baudelaire
Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!
La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âme
Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
The Messenger Rose
© Henry Timrod
If you have seen a richer glow,
Pray, tell me where your roses blow!
A Losse Saraband
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Nay, prethee, dear, draw nigher,
Yet closer, nigher yet;
Here is a double fire,
Phantasies
© Emma Lazarus
Rest, beauty, stillness: not a waif of a cloud
From gray-blue east sheer to the yellow west-
No film of mist the utmost slopes to shroud.
The Defence of Lucknow
© Alfred Tennyson
I
BANNER of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou
Birds of a Feather
© Theocritus
Cicala is dear to cicala,
Ant loves ant, hawks hawk;
But me the muse and song enchant.
Of this may my house be full;
Stanzas
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
STRANGE! that one lightly whispered tone
Is far, far sweeter unto me,
Than all the sounds that kiss the earth,
Or breathe along the sea;
But, lady, when thy voice I greet,
Not heavenly music seems so sweet.
A Flower Of The Fields
© Madison Julius Cawein
Bee-bitten in the orchard hung
The peach; or, fallen in the weeds,
Lay rotting: where still sucked and sung
The gray bee, boring to its seed's
Pink pulp and honey blackly stung.
Nature And Art. To My Friend Charles Booth Nettleton
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I.
THE young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair,
