Love poems
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Oh, Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo Roam
© Higley Brewster
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,Where the deer and the antelope play,Where seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the sky is not clouded all day.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
© Herschel John Frederick William
(occasioned by an "irregular ode to an old Clock", by Lady ---)
On Burning a Parcel of Old MSS.
© Herschel John Frederick William
Wrecks of forgotten thought, or disapproved, Farewell! and as your smouldering flames ascend, Read me a parting lesson
Though that Men do Call it Dotage
© Henry VIII, King of England
Though that men do call it dotage,Who loveth not wanteth courage;
Though some Saith that Youth Ruleth me
© Henry VIII, King of England
Though some saith that youth ruleth me, I trust in age to tarry.God and my right and my duty, From them I shall never vary, Though some say that youth ruleth me.
Passtime with good company
© Henry VIII, King of England
Pastime with good companyI love and shall unto I die
If Love now Reigned as it hath been
© Henry VIII, King of England
If love now reigned as it hath beenAnd were rewarded as it hath sin,
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Look now abroad--another race has fill'dThose populous borders--wide the wood recedes,And town shoots up, and fertile realms are till'd;The land is full of harvests and green meads."--BRYANT
The Wail of the Cornish Mother
© Robert Stephen Hawker
I. That what God doth is best:But 'tis only a month to-morrow, I buried it from my breast.
On the Grave of a Child in Morwenstow Churchyard
© Robert Stephen Hawker
Those whom God loves die young; They see no evil days;No falsehood taints their tongue, No wickedness their ways.
Modryb Marya -- Aunt Mary
© Robert Stephen Hawker
In old and simple-hearted Cornwall, the household names "Uncle" and "Aunt" were uttered and used as they are to this day in many countries of the East, not only as phrases of kindred, but as words of kindly greeting and tender respect
To the Spirit of the West
© Susan Frances Harrison
God of the rivers and lakes,Maker of manifold blooms,Dweller in woodland brakes,Weaver of violet glooms,
Of Love in Reproof
© Susan Frances Harrison
I thought that Life was worth the living,I thought that Love was worth the giving.
"Misery"
© Charles Harpur
As the moaning wild waves everFret around some lonely isle,There are griefs that no endeavorStilleth even for awhile,Beating at my heart for ever --Beating at it now;Beating at my heart -- and achingUpward to my brow
The Hours in Final Chorus
© Charles Harpur
Night Hours.Where's the young BardWho sang of his loneliness yesternightIn such strains as, when heard,Drew a cloud o'er the rising moon's light?
The Distance of the Dead
© Charles Harpur
How distant in a moment are the dead! Round Mamre's Cave, four thousand years ago,A long procession up from Egypt led, Closed mourning, like a sable cloud of woe
St. Louis Blues
© Handy William Christopher
I hate to see de evening sun go downHate to see de evenin' sun go downCause ma baby he done lef dis town
Love Canal
© Hamilton Jane Eaton
Medical wasteand the spawned babiesof industrial parksare starting to talk back.It's not the terrible two's --it's adolescent urges withwet dreams and blood.
