Love poems
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© Franklin Pierce Adams
Come, live with us and be our cook,
And we will all the whimsies brook
That German, Irish, Swede, and Slav
And all the dear domestics have.
The Overlander
© William Henry Ogilvie
I knew them on the road : red, roan, and white,
Cock-horned and spear-horned, spotted, streaked and starred;
I knew their shapes moon-misted in the night
As I rode round them keeping lonely guard.
I knew them all, the laggards and the leaders,
The wild, the wandering, and the listless feeders.
Sordello: Book the Sixth
© Robert Browning
The thought of Eglamor's least like a thought,
And yet a false one, was, "Man shrinks to nought
Haunted
© Madison Julius Cawein
When grave the twilight settles o'er my roof,
And from the haggard oaks unto my door
The Street
© James Russell Lowell
They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds,
Dim ghosts of men that hover to and fro,
To a Child
© Judith Wright
When I was a child I saw
a burning bird in a tree.
I see became I am,
I am became I see.
To My Country
© Katharine Lee Bates
O dear my Country, beautiful and dear,
Love cloth not darken sight.
"If you have loved a brave story"
© Lesbia Harford
If you have loved a brave story
Tell it but rarely;
And, with due faith in its glory,
Render it barely.
The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A DREAR and desolate shore!
Where no tree unfolds its leaves,
Forest Sounds
© Alma Frances McCollum
WHO, in the pines, may hear low voices raised
To chant in suppliant tone?
They who, in Sorrow's tranquil eyes, have gazed,
O'ercome, endured alone.
The Branded Hand
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WELCOME home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray,
And the old heroic spirit of our earlier, better day;
With that front of calm endurance, on whose steady nerve in vain
Pressed the iron of the prison, smote the fiery shafts of pain!
The Young Knight: A Parable
© Charles Kingsley
A gay young knight in Burley stood,
Beside him pawed his steed so good,
His hands he wrung as he were wood
With waiting for his love O!
St. Andrew's Day
© John Keble
When brothers part for manhood's race,
What gift may most endearing prove
To keep fond memory its her place,
And certify a brother's love?
A Rejected Lover To His Mistress (I)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Knowest thou not that of all human gifts
God chooses love?alone, that may be laid
Athenasia
© Oscar Wilde
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
Of all the great things men have saved from Time,
The withered body of a girl was brought
Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime,
And seen by lonely Arabs lying hid
In the dim wound of some black pyramid.
To My Eldest Brother, With The British Army In Portugal
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Does memory's pencil oft, in mellowing hue,
Dear social scenes, departed joys renew;
In softer tints delighting to retrace,
Each tender image and each well-known face?
Yes! wanderer, yes! thy spirit flies to those,
Whose love unalter'd, warm and faithful glows!
The Faun
© John Le Gay Brereton
When I was but a little boy
Who hunted in the wood
To scare or mangle or destroy
A freakish elemental joy
That tasted life and found it good
