Love poems
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The Mother On The Sidewalk
© Edgar Albert Guest
The mother on the sidewalk as the troops are marching by
Is the mother of Old Glory that is waving in the sky.
Men have fought to keep it splendid, men have died to keep it bright,
But that flag was born of woman and her sufferings day and night;
'Tis her sacrifice has made it, and once more we ought to pray
For the brave and loyal mother of the boy who goes away.
First Love Remembered
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
PEACE in her chamber, wheresoe'er
It be, a holy place:
Sonnet XVIII: Since the First Look
© Samuel Daniel
Since the first look that led me to this error,
To this thought's-maze, to my confusion tending,
Planh For The Young English King
© Ezra Pound
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,
All dolour, ill and every evil chance
Tomorrow Is the Marriage Day
© Thomas Weelkes
Tomorrow is the marriage day
Of Mopsus and fair Philida.
Come shepherds, bring your garlands gay.
My Childhood Home I See Again
© Abraham Lincoln
My childhoods home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
Theres pleasure in it too.
Fortunio. A Parable For The Times
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHO at the court of Astolf, the great King,
King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,
Cold bright fiords, and mountains capped with clouds.
Who there so loved and honored as the knight,
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Dear royal France! I fix the happy year
At forty--seven, because that Christmas--tide
There passed through Pau the Duke of Montpensier,
Fresh from his nuptials with his Spanish bride;
You And Yellow Air
© John Shaw Neilson
I DREAM of an old kissing-time
And the flowered follies there;
In the dim place of cherry-trees,
Of you, and yellow air.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE RELIGION OF LOVE
So thou but love me, dear, with thy whole heart
What care I for the rest, for good or ill?
What for the peace of soul good deeds impart,
The Corsair
© George Gordon Byron
1.
'Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,
Lonely and lost to light for evermore,
Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,
Then trembles into silence as before
The Ape and the Lady
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A LADY fair, of lineage high,
Was loved by an Ape, in the days gone by -
Acis and Galatea
© John Gay
Air.
O ruddier than the cherry!
O sweeter than the berry!
O Nymph more bright
Than moonshine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
At Dawn I Love You
© Paul Eluard
At dawn I love you Ive the whole night in my veins
All night I have gazed at you
Beyond The Veil
© Henry Vaughan
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling'ring here;
The Card Clubs First Meeting
© Edgar Albert Guest
The battles for the pickle dish once more are under way,
The Uno Pedro Club is first and foremost in the fray.
It started off auspiciously, without a sign of frown,
Good Mrs. Green put all at ease by kissing Mrs. Brown.
Catterskill Falls
© William Cullen Bryant
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,
From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;
All summer he moistens his verdant steeps
With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;
And he shakes the woods on the mountain side,
When they drip with the rains of autumn-tide.
"O you, dear trees, you have learned so much of beauty"
© Lesbia Harford
O you, dear trees, you have learned so much of beauty,
You must have studied this only the ages long!
Men have thought of God and laughter and duty.
And of love. And of song.
By the Cliffs of the Sea
© Henry Kendall
In a far-away glen of the hills,
Where the bird of the night is at rest,
