Love poems
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Guy Of The Temple
© John Hay
Night hangs above the valley; dies the day
In peace, casting his last glance on my cross,
And warns me to my prayers. _Ave Maria!
Mother of God! the evening fades
On wave and hill and lea_,
The Father
© Katharine Tynan
Ever his eyes are fixed on a glorious sight.
A boy is leading, calls his men to come on:
Light as a deer he leaps, slender and bright,
Up the hill, irresistible: it is won!
The Gypsy
© Guillaume Apollinaire
The gypsy knew in advance
Our two lives star-crossed by night
We said farewell to her and then
from that deep well Hope began
Epithalamium : Another Version
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O joy! O fear! what will be done
In the absence of the sun?
Come along!
The Psalm Of Adonis - excerpt from Idyll XV.
© Theocritus
O Queen that loves Golgi, and Idalium,
And the steep of Eryx,
O Aphrodite, that playes with gold,
Lo, from the stream eternal of Acheron
Satire I
© John Donne
Away thou fondling motley humorist,
Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,
Celebration Of Peace
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The holy, familiar hall, built long ago,
Is aired, and filled with heavenly,
Love's Bower.
© Robert Crawford
On the white bosom, 'tween the breasts
Of Helen Love has made his bower,
As in a sweet and secret tower
Where mid the world's decay he rests
The Borough. Letter IV: Sects And Professions In Religion
© George Crabbe
"SECTS in Religion?"--Yes of every race
We nurse some portion in our favour'd place;
"Now that I have won"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Now that I have won
Long despaired of peace,
And those fears are flown
That vext so my heart's ease;
Italy : 24. Florence
© Samuel Rogers
Of all the fairest Cities of the Earth
None is so fair as Florence. 'Tis a gem
Of purest ray; and what a light broke forth,
When it emerged from darkness! Search within,
"A Widow in Black..."
© Anna Akhmatova
A widow in black -- the crying fall
Covers all hearts with a depressing cloud...
While her man's words are clearly recalled,
She will not stop her lamentations loud.
Gulliver
© Kenneth Slessor
I'LL kick your walls to bits, I'll die scratching a tunnel,
If you'll give me a wall, if you'll give me a simple stone,
If you'll do me the honour of a dungeon
Anything but this tyranny of sinews.
Departure
© Anna Akhmatova
Although this land is not my own,
I will remember its inland sea
and the waters that are so cold
the sand as white
as old bones, the pine trees
strangely red where the sun comes down.
Dorinda's Sparkling Wit and Eyes
© Charles Sackville
Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes,
United, cast too fierce a light,
Which blazes high but quickly dies,
Warms not the heart but hurts the sight.
Between The Wind And Rain
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"The storm is in the air," she said, and held
Her soft palm to the breeze; and looking up,
From Faust - III. Chorus Of Angels
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Coming joys plead ye,--
Then is the Master near,
Then is He here!
Night Lyric
© Bliss William Carman
ON the world's far edges
Faint and blue,
Where the rocky ledges
Stand in view,
An Imitation Of Some French Verses
© Thomas Parnell
Relentless Time! destroying Pow'r
Whom Stone and Brass obey,
Go Work in My Vineyard
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
The hands whose touch sent thrills of joy
Through nerves unstrung and palsied rame,
The feet that travelled for our need,
Were nailed unto the cross of shame.
