Love poems
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Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem]
© Wilfred Owen
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
Without a thought of interest or advantage.
The Death of Pompey the Great
© Alaric Alexander Watts
States vanish, ages fly;
But leave one task unchangedâto suffer and to die. ~ HEMANS.
Maiden May
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Maiden May sat in her bower,
In her blush rose bower in flower,
Sweet of scent;
Sat and dreamed away an hour,
Half content, half uncontent.
The Two Angels
© John Greenleaf Whittier
God called the nearest angels who dwell with Him above:
The tenderest one was Pity, the dearest one was Love.
An Anniversary
© Ada Cambridge
AS flower to sun its drop of dew
Gives from its crystal cup,
So I, as morning gift to you,
This poor verse offer up.
II.
Stand Up and Bless the Lord
© James Montgomery
Stand up and bless the Lord
Ye people of His choice;
Stand up and bless the Lord your God
With heart and soul and voice.
Sacred Gipsy Carol - Prologue
© John Kenyon
FIRST GIPSY. But still at the end of the vital line
A secret untold remains to divine.
Give again, sweet Babe! thy palm to spell,
And a charming secret we can tell.
But, first, the tester we must hold;
Without it, nothing can be told.
Four Poems About Jamaica
© William Matthews
1. Montego Bay, 10:00 P.M.
A chandelier, a tiara,
a hive of lights. A cruise ship
Driving Through by Mark Vinz: American Life in Poetry #91 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
How many of us, when passing through some small town, have felt that it seemed familiar though we've never been there before. And of course it seems familiar because much of the course of life is pretty much the same wherever we go, right down to the up-and-down fortunes of the football team and the unanswered love letters. Here's a poem by Mark Vinz.
Driving Through
The Dying Kid
© William Shenstone
Optima quaeque dies miseris mortalibus aevi
Prima fugit-… ~Virg.
Imitation.
Ah! wretched mortals we! - our brightest days
On fleetest pinions fly.
Lydd
© Katharine Lee Bates
For the Reunion of the Bates Family at Quincy, August 3, 1916
FAR away on the sunny levels
Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III
© Samuel Butler
Quoth RALPHO, Truly that is no
Hard matter for a man to do,
That has but any guts in 's brains,
And cou'd believe it worth his pains;
But since you dare and urge me to it,
You'll find I've light enough to do it.
To My First Born
© Charles Harpur
MY beautiful! For beautiful thou art
To me thy father, as the morning light
The Sisters
© Lesbia Harford
They used to say
Our mother brought us up like hot-house flowers,
From day to day
Such wondrous cares were ours
