Love poems
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The Annunciation Of The Blessed Virgin
© John Keble
Oh! Thou who deign'st to sympathise
With all our frail and fleshly ties,
Maker yet Brother dear,
Forgive the too presumptuous thought,
If, calming wayward grief, I sought
To gaze on Thee too near.
Another Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
OF her I thought who now is gone so far:
And, the thought passing over, to fall thence
Despair
© Ada Cambridge
O what is life, if we must hold it thus
As wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
What are these gifts without the larger boon?
O what is art, or wealth, or fame to us
Who scarce have time to know what we desire?
O what is love, if we must part so soon?
Still-life
© Elizabeth Daryush
She comes over the lawn, the young heiress,
From her early walk in her garden-wood,
Feeling that life's a table set to bless
Her delicate desires with all that's good.
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 2.
© William Cowper
How exquisitely sweet
This rich display of flowers,
This airy wild of fragrance,
So lovely to the eye,
And to the sense so sweet.
Dialogue In Verse
© Christopher Marlowe
_Friend._ Let him give her gay gold rings
Or tufted gloves, were they ne'er so [gay];
[F]or were her lovers lords or kings,
They should not carry the wench away.
The Old Leaven
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Maurice:
No, Mark, I'm not so easily cross'd;
'Tis true that I've had a run
Of bad luck lately; indeed, I've lost;
Well! somebody else has won.
On A Prayer-Book, With its Frontispiece, Ary Scheffers "Christus Consolator," Americanized By The O
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O ARY SCHEFFER! when beneath thine eye,
Touched with the light that cometh from above,
Grew the sweet picture of the dear Lord's love,
No dream hadst thou that Christian hands would tear
The Grotto
© Francis Scarfe
The sea still plunges where as naked boys
We dared the currents and the racing tides
Two Voices
© Edith Nesbit
COUNTRY
'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover,
Table Talk
© William Cowper
A. You told me, I remember, glory, built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt;
Stray Birds 91 - 99
© Rabindranath Tagore
91
THE great earth makes herself hospitable
with the help of the grass.
92
Against Fruition
© Abraham Cowley
No; thou'rt a fool, I'll swear, if e'er thou grant;
Much of my veneration thou must want,
Hymn
© Sir Henry Newbolt
O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands
Despair and victory give;
In whom, though tyrants tread their lands,
The souls of nations live;
The Wind-Flower
© Jones Very
Thou lookest up with meek confiding eye
Upon the clouded smile of April's face,
