Love poems
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The Artist
© Madison Julius Cawein
In story books, when I was very young,
I knew you first, one of the Fairy Race;
"Is There A Bitter Pang For Love Removed"
© Thomas Hood
That love might die with sorrow:I am sorrow;
And she, that loves me tenderest, doth press
Most poison from my cruel lips, and borrow
Only new anguish from the old caress;
Oh, this world's grief
Hath no relief
Nemesis
© Arthur Henry Adams
All things must fade. There is for cities tall
The same tomorrow as for daffodils:
Time's wind, that casts the seed, the petal spills.
Grim London's ruined arches yet shall fall
Tirocinium; or, a Review of Schools
© William Cowper
It is not from his form, in which we trace
Strength join'd with beauty, dignity with grace,
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mould
A pick and spade cast down by accident.
And Adrian laughed when in those engines cold
He guessed the furtherers of his heart's intent.
As Many Stars
© Mathilde Blind
AS many stars as are aglow
Deep in the hollows of the night
As many as the flowers that blow
Beneath the kindling light;
Epitaph For A Shepherdess
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
Beloved maidens! Playful and carefree,
You sing, you dance and frolic in the glades.
Coronation Ode
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
O Thou enfolded in grief,
Man, with thy mantle of scorn!
Arise and warn!
Unloved prophet of ill
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--
"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold
Child Ballad
© Charles Kingsley
Jesus, He loves one and all,
Jesus, He loves children small,
Their souls are waiting round His feet
On high, before His mercy-seat.
The Camp
© Mary Darby Robinson
Tents, marquees, and baggage waggons;
Suttling-houses, beer in flagons;
Chamber Music
© John Jay Chapman
SILENCE: the sunset gilds the frozen ground,
But here within all's curtained; stands are set
In the wide salon where gilt chairs abound,
And eager listeners wait. The band is met
Whose tuning sheds a cheerful hum around:
Prophetic notes! The tapers brighten at the sound.
Love And Beauty: III: To A Fair Woman, Unsatisfied With Woman's Work
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
If Beauty is a name for visible Love,
And Love for Beauty in the conscious soul,
Divine Love Endures No Rival
© William Cowper
Love is the Lord whom I obey,
Whose will transported I perform;
The centre of my rest, my stay,
Love's all in all to me, myself a worm.
The Mask Of Anarchy
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
Rosamund
© Jean Ingelow
I dwell where England narrows running north;
And while our hay was cut came rumours up
Humming and swarming round our heads like bees:
His Monument
© Sarah Knowles Bolton
He built a house, time laid it in the dust;
He wrote a book, its title now forgot;
He ruled a city, but his name is not
On any tablet graven, or where rust
Can gather from disuse, or marble bust.
Clean by Jeff Vande Zande: American Life in Poetry #82 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Many poems celebrate the joys of having children. Michigan poet Jeff Vande Zande reminds us that adults make mistakes, even with children they love, and that parenting is about fear as well as joy.
The Three Pilgrims
© Archibald Lampman
In days, when the fruit of men's labour was sparing,
And hearts were weary and nigh to break,
A sweet grave man with a beautiful bearing
Came to us once in the fields and spake.
