Love poems
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The Awakening
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I DID not know that life could be so sweet,
I did not know the hours could speed so fleet,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE WHOM HE HAD LOVED TOO LONG
Why do I cling to thee, sad love? Too long
Thou bringest me neither pleasure to my soul
Nor profit to my reason save in song,
Orpheus In Thrace
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
Dear is the newly won,
But O far dearer the for ever lost!
He that at utmost cost
The Good That I Would I Do Not
© John Newton
I would, but cannot sing,
Guilt has untuned my voice;
The serpent sin's envenomed sting
Has poisoned all my joys.
Deathless Principle! Arise
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Deathless principle! arise;
Soar, thou native of the skies;
The Death Of Goody Nurse
© Rose Terry Cooke
The chill New England sunshine
Lay on the kitchen floor;
The wild New England north wind
Came rattling at the door.
Au Jardin
© Ezra Pound
O you away high there,
you that lean
From amber lattices upon the cobalt night,
I am below amid the pine trees,
Amid the little pine trees, hear me!
Parker Cleveland. Written On Revisiting Brunswick In The Summer of 1875
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Among the many lives that I have known,
None I remember more serene and sweet,
On A December Day
© George MacDonald
This is the sweetness of an April day;
The softness of the spring is on the face
Of the old year. She has no natural grace,
But something comes to her from far away
A Song Of Going
© Katharine Tynan
I would not like to live to be very old,
To be stripped cold and bare
Of all my leafage that was green and gold
In the delicious air.
To My Old Schoolmaster
© John Greenleaf Whittier
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE
Old friend, kind friend! lightly down
Song From The Spanish Of Iglesias
© William Cullen Bryant
Alexis calls me cruel;
The rifted crags that hold
The gathered ice of winter,
He says, are not more cold.
Spring
© Samuel Johnson
Stern Winter now, by Spring repress'd
Forbears the long-continued strife;
And Nature, on her naked breast,
Delights to catch the gales of life.
The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Up and down the village streets
Strange are the forms my fancy meets,
He Loves And He Rides Away
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'Twas in that island summer where
They spin the morning gossamer,
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 02
© William Langland
And is welcome whan he wile, and woneth with hem ofte.
Alle fledden for fere and flowen into hernes;
Save Mede the mayde na mo dorste abide.
Ac trewely to telle, she trembled for fere,
And ek wepte and wrong whan she was attached.
I must remember now
© Robert Nichols
I must remember now how once I woke
To find the harsh lamplight stream upon her bed,
I Am The Only Being Whose Doom
© Emily Jane Brontë
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born
