Love poems
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Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
Tale II
© George Crabbe
frame.
Yes! old and grieved, and trembling with decay,
Was Allen landing in his native bay,
Willing his breathless form should blend with
Three Day's Ride
© Stephen Vincent Benet
"FROM Belton Castle to Solway side,
Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride."
The Sorcerer's Song
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh! my name is JOHN WELLINGTON WELLS -
I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
Sensation
© Arthur Rimbaud
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass :
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
The Regiment of Princes
© Thomas Hoccleve
Musynge upon the restlees bysynesse
Which that this troubly world hath ay on honde,
A Thanksgiving and Prayer for the Nation
© Thomas Traherne
From A Serious and Pathetical Contemplation of the Mercies of God
O Lord, the children of my people are Thy peculiar treasures,
To The Fourth Of July
© Swami Vivekananda
Behold, the dark clouds melt away,
That gathered thick at night, and hung
So like a gloomy pall above the earth!
The Last Memory
© Arthur Symons
When I am old, and think of the old days,
And warm my hands before a little blaze,
Having forgotten love, hope, fear, desire,
I shall see, smiling out of the pale fire,
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Prefatory Dialogue
© John Kenyon
Ye, thus who write in spite of critic law,
How had their satire kept your freaks in awe!
And, to sole sway controlling her pretence,
Bound Fancy down to compromise with Sense!
Fill The Goblet Again: A Song
© George Gordon Byron
Fill the goblet again! for I never before
Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core;
Let us drink!--who would not?--since, through life's varied round,
In the goblet alone no deception is found.
The Love Child
© William Barnes
Where the bridge out at Woodley did stride,
Wi' his wide arches' cool sheäded bow,
To the Right Hon. My Lady Anne Lovelace
© Richard Lovelace
To the richest Treasury
That e'er fill'd ambitious eye;
Song 2
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
SUCCESS to the heroes of gallant Castile,
Undaunted in danger, victorious in fight!
May they teach proud oppressors and tyrants to feel,
The patriot's arm of invincible might!
Suburban Dames
© Lesbia Harford
All day long
We sew fine muslin up for you to wear,
Muslin that women wove for you elsewhere,
A million strong.
Epigram : To Leonora Singing At Rome (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Another Leonora once inspir'd
Tasso, with fatal love to frenzy fir'd,
