Love poems
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The Past
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.
Love Despised
© Madison Julius Cawein
Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart?
This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell
Love That Doth Reign And Live
© Henry Howard
Love that doth reign and live within my thought
And built his seat within my captive breast,
Adonis
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The gods did love Adonis, and for this
He died, ere time had furrowed his young cheek.
For Aphrodité slew him with a kiss.
He sighed one sigh, as though he fain would speak
The Child's Last Sleep
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child?
When the fawn awakes in the forest wild?
A Prayer
© James Russell Lowell
God! do not let my loved one die,
But rather wait until the time
That I am grown in purity
Enough to enter thy pure clime,
Then take me, I will gladly go,
So that my love remain below!
Adversaries
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Who are these that meet
At random in the street?
Adversaries! Yet they
Make no sign nor stay.
Dedication To Lady Windsor
© Alfred Austin
Where violets blue to olives gray
From furrows brown lift laughing eyes,
And silvery Mensola sings its way
Through terraced slopes, nor seeks to stay,
But onward and downward leaps and flies;
The Twa Gordons
© George MacDonald
There was John Gordon an' Archibold,
An' a yerl's twin sons war they;
Quhan they war are an' twenty year auld
They fell oot on their ae birthday.
Sonnet I
© Caroline Norton
ON SEEING THE BUST OF THE YOUNG PRINCESS DE MONTFORT
(In the studio of Bartolini, at Florence).
SWEET marble I didst thou merely represent,
In lieu of her on whom our glances rest,
Georgic 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;
Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,
An Out-Worn Sappho
© James Whitcomb Riley
How tired I am! I sink down all alone
Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,
Australian War Song
© Henry Kendall
Men have said that ye were sleeping
Hurl, Australians, back the lie;
The Human Touch
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Thanked God she made roses still for pretty ladies' wear,
Threepence for a dozen such, working to the night.
Dragged in to a hurried knot all her dusty hair
Eyes foolish with fatigue straining to the light.
The Chaplet
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A little girl through field and wood
Went plucking flowerets here and there,
When suddenly beside her stood
A lady wondrous fair!
Miss Pixie
© Lloyd Roberts
Did you ever meet Miss Pixie of the Spruces,
Did you ever glimpse her mocking elfin face,
Did you ever hear her calling while the whip-poor-wills were calling,
And slipped your pack and taken up the chase?
The Woman In The Rye
© Thomas Hardy
'Why do you stand in the dripping rye,
Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to the knee,
When there are firesides near?' said I.
'I told him I wished him dead,' said she.
Little Minnie
© Julia A Moore
Alone, all alone
In the grave yard she is sleeping,
That little one we loved so well -
God her little soul is keeping,
For he doeth all things well.
As It Goes
© Edgar Albert Guest
In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,
On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;
The Falcon
© James Russell Lowell
I know a falcon swift and peerless
As e'er was cradled In the pine;
No bird had ever eye so fearless,
Or wing so strong as this of mine.
