Love poems
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Angelo
© William Watson
Then Angelo bethought him of his vow;
And stepping forward stood before the twain;
And from his girdle plucked a dagger forth;
And spake no word, but pierced his own heart through.
Lady Godiva
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Hey Lady Godiva, ridin´ through the town
Naked on your big white horse
With your long hair hangin´ down
Lady Godiva, you say you´re really frightened
Martin Lightfoot's Song
© Charles Kingsley
Come hearken, hearken, gentles all,
Come hearken unto me,
And I'll sing you a song of a Wood-Lyon
Came swimming out over the sea.
Sonnet To The Calbassia-Tree
© Helen Maria Williams
SUBLIME Calbassia! luxuriant tree,
How soft the gloom thy bright-hued foliage throws!
When A Lover Clasps His Fairest
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
When a lover clasps his fairest,
Then be our dread sport the rarest.
Their caresses were like the chaff
In the tempest, and be our laugh
His despairher epitaph!
Equity
© George MacDonald
Oh heart, by wrong unfilial scathed and scored,
And from thy humble throne with mazedness driven,
Take courage: when thy wrongs thou hast forgiven,
Thy rights in love thy God will see restored:
No bird could sing in tune but that the Lord
Sits throned in equity above the heaven.
Illustration Of A Picture
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
"A SPANISH GIRL IN REVERIE,"
SHE twirled the string of golden beads,
On A Gentlewoman That Had Had The Small Poxe
© William Strode
A Beauty smoother than the Ivory playne
Late by the Poxe injuriously was slayne:
Twas not the Poxe: Love shott a thousand darts,
And made those pitts for graves to bury hearts:
But since that Beauty hath regaynde her light,
Those hearts are double slayne, it shines so bright.
On A Hollow Friendship
© Frances Anne Kemble
A bitter cheat!and here at length it ends
And thou and I, who were to one another
The Last Review
© Henry Lawson
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,
For the Bush is slipping from me, and the town is going too:
Draw the blinds, the streets are lighted, and I hear the tramp of feet
And Im weary, very weary, of the Faces in the Street.
"Why should I, from this long and losing strife "
© Alfred Austin
Why should I, from this long and losing strife
When summoned to depart, halt half-afraid?
Mexican Quarter
© John Gould Fletcher
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks,
And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering,
The Heart Of Spring
© Madison Julius Cawein
Whiten, O whiten, ye clouds of fleece!
Whiten like lilies floating above,
Blown wild about like a flock of white geese!
But never, O never; so cease! so cease!
Never as white as the throat of my love!
Sonnett - III
© James Russell Lowell
I would not have this perfect love of ours
Grow from a single root, a single stem,
Jean De Breboeuf
© Virna Sheard
As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary
At sundown in his cell, there came a call!--
Clear as a bell rung on a ship at sea,
Breaking the beauty of tranquillity--
Down from the heart of Heaven it seemed to fall:
The Old Mans Love
© Victor Marie Hugo
DONNA SOL. My fate may be more to precede than follow.
My lord, it is no reason for long life
That we are young! Alas! I have seen too oft
The old clamped firm to life, the young torn thence;
And the lids close as sudden o'er their eyes
As gravestones sealing up the sepulchre.
Winter
© Czeslaw Milosz
The pungent smells of a California winter,
Grayness and rosiness, an almost transparent full moon.
I add logs to the fire, I drink and I ponder.
The Only Son
© Katharine Tynan
His mother died last year and yet
She wearied Heaven with fear and fret,
Wanting the son she left behind,
And God was patient, being kind.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE ON HER WASTE OF TIME
Why practise, love, this small economy
Of your heart's favours? Can you keep a kiss
To be enjoyed in age? And would the free
