Love poems
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"Mary At The Cross"
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
O wondrous mother! since the dawn of time
Was ever love, was ever grief, like thine?
O highly favored in thy joy's deep flow,
And favored, even in this, thy bitterest woe!
Series
© Paul Eluard
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
To live the taste of colours easily
To enjoy loves so as to laugh
To open eyes at the final moment
To Eliza
© George Moses Horton
Eliza, tell thy lover why
Or what induced thee to deceive me?
Fare thee well--away I fly--
I shun the lass who thus will grieve me.
Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge.
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Yee happy floods! that now must passe
The sacred conduicts of her wombe,
Smooth and transparent as your face,
When you are deafe, and windes are dumbe.
Purgatorio (English)
© Dante Alighieri
To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
Between Two Worlds
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
HERE sitting by the fire
I aspire, love, I aspire--
Not to that "other world" of your fond dreams,
But one as nigh and nigher,
Compared to which your real, unreal seems.
Country Life:to His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick
© Robert Herrick
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou,
In thy both last and better vow;
Only a Woman
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"She loves with love that cannot tire:
And if, ah, woe! she loves alone,
Through passionate duty love flames higher,
As grass grows taller round a stone."
Coventry Patmore.
Twilight
© Caroline Norton
When the mournful Jewish mother
Laid her infant down to rest,
In doubt, and fear, and sorrow,
On the water's changeful breast;
Moonlight North and South
© Robert Fuller Murray
Love, we have heard together
The North Sea sing his tune,
And felt the wind's wild feather
Brush past our cheeks at noon,
And seen the cloudy weather
Made wondrous with the moon.
Urania, or Spiritual Poems: Sonnet 7 - Thrice Happy He Who
© William Henry Drummond
Thrice happy he who by some shady grove
Far from the clamorous world doth live his own;
He Never Smiled Again
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The bark that held a prince went down,
The sweeping waves roll'd on;
Brook Farm
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Down the long road, bent and brown,
Youth, that dearly loves a vision,
Ventures to the gate Elysian,
As a pilgrim from the town.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Landlord ended thus his tale,
Then rising took down from its nail
The Solitary
© Robert Fuller Murray
I have been lonely all my days on earth,
Living a life within my secret soul,
With mine own springs of sorrow and of mirth,
Beyond the world's control.
Sonnet LXXXIV: Farewell to the Glen
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sweet stream-fed glen, why say farewell to thee
Who far'st so well and find'st for ever smooth
The Swallow
© William Cowper
I am fond of the swallow--I learn from her flight,
Had I skill to improve it, a lesson of love:
How seldom on earth do we see her alight!
She dwells in the skies, she is ever above.
