Love poems
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Excerpts from "LES HEURES CLAIRES" (English translations)
© Emile Verhaeren
Oh, splendour of our joy and our delight,
Woven of gold amid the silken air!
See the dear house among its gables light,
And the green garden, and the orchard there!
Only A Smile
© Mathilde Blind
No butterfly whose frugal fare
Is breath of heliotrope and clove,
And other trifles light as air,
Could live on less than doth my love.
The Visionary Boy
© William Lisle Bowles
Oh! lend that lute, sweet Archimage, to me!
Enough of care and heaviness
Condolatory Address To Sarah, Countess Of Jersey, On The Prince Regent's Returning Her Picture To Mr
© George Gordon Byron
When the vain triumph of the imperial lord,
Whom servile Rome obey'd, and yet abhorr'd,
Gave to the vulgar gaze each glorious bust,
That left a likeness of the brave or just;
Artemis In Sierra
© Francis Bret Harte
Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your mare a trifle
Just where you stand; then doff your hat and swear
Never yet was scene you might cover with your rifle
Half as complete or as marvelously fair.
Remembrance Of Sunset
© John Kenyon
Where silent elms are clustering round
That grey church-tower, which peers above,
Celebrating The Goodness Of The Descendants Of King Wan
© Confucius
As the feet of the _lin_, which avoid each living thing,
So our prince's noble sons no harm to men will bring.
They are the _lin!_
Scotch Song
© Charles Kingsley
Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw bride
To meet her winsome groom,
When she was aware of twa bonny birds
Sat biggin' in the broom.
Tears Fall In My Heart
© Paul Verlaine
Tears fall in my heart
Rain falls on the town;
what is this numb hurt
that enters my heart?
Sonnett IV
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HAST thou beheld a landscape dull and bare,
On which, at times, a flying gleam was shed
From some shy sunbeam shifting overhead,
That made the scene for one brief moment fair?
When a Merry Maiden Marries
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When a merry maiden marries,
Sorrow goes and pleasure tarries;
The Crown Of Love
© George Meredith
O might I load my arms with thee,
Like that young lover of Romance
Who loved and gained so gloriously
The fair Princess of France!
Epigram. Omnia Vincit Amor.
© Henry James Pye
O Love, though Virgil's lays ascribe
Resistless power to thee,
The Pleasures of Memory - Part I.
© Samuel Rogers
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green,
With magic tints to harmonize the scene.
Still'd is the hum that thro' the hamlet broke,
When round the ruins of their antient oak
The Voyage of Telegonus
© Henry Kendall
Ill fares it with the man whose lips are set
To bitter themes and words that spite the gods;
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
Never in tenderer quiet lapsed the day
From Pennsylvania's vales of spring away,
Where, forest-walled, the scattered hamlets lay
