Love poems
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To John Nichol: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
FRIEND of the dead, and friend of all my days
Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute
To A Youthful Friend
© George Gordon Byron
Few years have pass'd since thou and I
Were firmest friends, at least in name,
And childhood's gay sincerity
Preserved our feelings long the same.
The Bastard
© Richard Savage
Is chance a guilt? that my disastrous heart,
For mischief never meant; must ever smart?
Can self-defence be sin?-Ah, plead no more!
What though no purposed malice stained thee o'er?
Had Heaven befriended thy unhappy side,
Thou hadst not been provoked-or thou hadst died.
He Has Not Lived In Vain
© Edgar Albert Guest
HE has not lived in vain
If men can say
When he has passed away:
He labored not for gain."
Semper Eadem (Ever The Same)
© Charles Baudelaire
«D'où vous vient, disiez-vous, cette tristesse étrange,
Montant comme la mer sur le roc noir et nu?»
Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange
Vivre est un mal. C'est un secret de tous connu,
Song. "You gave your love a posy and she set it on a stand"
© Frances Anne Kemble
You gave your love a posy and she set it on a stand,
Where it freshly bloom'd and sweetly did smell:
Fragment
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Within the soldier's helmet see
The nesting dove;
Venus and Mars, it seems to me,
In love.
The Union
© Alfred Noyes
You that have gathered together the sons of all races,
And welded them into one,
Lifting the torch of your Freedom on hungering faces
That sailed to the setting sun;
Beauty Arise
© Thomas Dekker
Beauty arise, Beauty arise, thy glorious lights display,
Whilst we sing Io, glad to see this day.
Io, Io, to Hymen, Io, Io, sing ;
Of wedlock, love, and youth is Hymen king.
To Myrtilla Again
© Franklin Pierce Adams
When, as I may have said before,
Your image I can not ignore,
I do not tear
My thinning hair
Nor cuss;
Sonnet. On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story of Rimini'
© John Keats
Who loves to peer up at the morning sun,
With half-shut eyes and comfortable cheek,
An Invitation To Edward Walpole, Esq.
© Mary Barber
The first Glass shall welcome you, Sir, to our Coast;
And dear Lady Conway shall be my next Toast.
With Mirth, and good Humour, I'll make up the Treat;
I know you're too wise, to love dining in State.
The Passing Of Spring
© Alfred Austin
Spring came out of the woodland chase,
With her violet eyes and her primrose face,
With an iris scarf for her sole apparel,
And a voice as blithe as a blackbird's carol.
Sonnet XXIX. To Miss C----
© Charlotte Turner Smith
On being desired to attempt writing a Comedy.
WOULD'ST thou then have me tempt the comic scene
Of gay Thalia? used so long to tread
The gloomy paths of sorrow's cypress shade;
"It Was Not In The Winter"
© Thomas Hood
It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the Time of Roses,
We plucked them as we passed!
The Castle In Austria
© Clemens Maria Brentano
There lies a castle in Austria,
Right goodly to behold,
Walled tip with marble stones so fair,
With silver and with red gold.
The Old Magic
© Edith Nesbit
Gray is the sea, and the skies are gray;
They are ghosts of our blue, bright yesterday;
And gray are the breasts of the gulls that scream
Like tortured souls in an evil dream.
The Lords of Maussane
© René Char
One after the other, they wished to predict a happy future for us,
With an eclipse in their image and all the anguish befitting us!
When Moonlike Ore The Hazure Seas
© William Makepeace Thackeray
When moonlike ore the hazure seas
In soft effulgence swells,
Five Little Fingers
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,
This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,
This is their big sister, this is another,
And this stout thumb is their great sturdy brother.
