Love poems
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An Ode - In Imitation of Horace, Book III. Ode II.
© Matthew Prior
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie
In the lethargic sleep, the sad repose
Salmacis And Hermaphroditus
© Ovid
HOW Salmacis with weak enfeebling streams
Softens the body, and unnerves the limbs,
Love's Astrology
© William Watson
I know not if they erred
Who thought to see
The tale of all the times to be,
Star-character'd;
I know not, neither care,
If fools or knaves they were.
Fantasia
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The happy men that lose their heads
They find their heads in heaven,
Good and Bad Luck
© John Hay
Good luck is the gayest of all gay girls;
Long in one place she will not stay:
Back from your brow she strokes the curls,
Kisses you quick and flies away.
Poems Of Joys
© Walt Whitman
O to make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees.
The Blasted Fig-Tree
© John Newton
One aweful word which Jesus spoke,
Against the tree which bore no fruit;
More piercing than the lightning's stroke,
Blasted and dried it to the root.
Beauty And Art
© Madison Julius Cawein
The gods are dead; but still for me
Lives on in wildwood brook and tree
Each myth, each old divinity.
A Dream, Written After the Author's Recovery from Illness
© Alaric Alexander Watts
O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please. ~ COLERIDGE.
Ecclesiastes
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
UNDER the fluent folds of needlework,
Where Balkis prick'd the histories of kings
John Brown
© James Whitcomb Riley
Writ in between the lines of his life-deed
We trace the sacred service of a heart
An Old Lament Renewed
© Vernon Scannell
The soil is savoury with their bones' lost marrow;
Down among dark roots their polished knuckles lie,
And no one could tell one peeled head from another;
Earth packs each crater that once gleamed with eye.
Memorials of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 I. Departure From The Vale Of Grasmere, August 1803
© William Wordsworth
THE gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains
Might sometimes covet dissoluble chains;
Even for the tenants of the zone that lies
Beyond the stars, celestial Paradise,
Laodamia
© William Wordsworth
O terror! what hath she perceived?-O joy!
What doth she look on?-whom doth she behold?
Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy?
His vital presence? his corporeal mould?
It is-if sense deceive her not-'tis He!
And a God leads him, wingèd Mercury!
The Way To Happiness
© Thomas Parnell
How long ye miserable blind
Shall idle dreams engage your mind,
Our Humming-Bird
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AH, well I know the reason why
They called her by that graceful name:
She seems a creature born with wings,
O'er which a rainbow spirit flings
A Later Alexandrian
© George Meredith
An inspiration caught from dubious hues
Filled him, and mystic wrynesses he chased;
Blanche And Nell
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OH, Blanche is a city lady,
Bedecked in her silks and lace:
She walks with the mien of a stately queen,
And a queen's imperious grace.
Inscription For A Tomb In England
© Henry Van Dyke
Read here, O friend unknown,
Our grief, of her bereft;
