Love poems
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Sonnet XXII. To Simplicity
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity!
For of thy lays the lulling simpleness
Goes to my heart, and soothes each small distress--
Distress tho' small, yet haply great to me!
The Ninth Olympic Ode Of Pindar
© Henry James Pye
EPODE III.
From hence the skilful well might find
The impatience of Patroclus' mind:
Achilles, therefore, with parental care,
Advis'd him ne'er alone to tempt the war.
Love's History
© George MacDonald
Love, the baby,
Crept abroad to pluck a flower:
One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe;
One said, Wait the hour.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
PALAZZO PAGANI
This is the house where, twenty years ago,
They spent a Spring and Summer. This shut gate
Would lead you to the terrace, and below
The Wanderer Looking Into Other Homes
© Caroline Norton
A LONE, wayfaring wretch I saw, who stood
Wearily pausing by the wicket gate;
And from his eyes there streamed a bitter flood,
Contrasting his with many a happier fate.
The Grace of Grace
© George MacDonald
Had I the grace to win the grace
Of some old man in lore complete,
My face would worship at his face,
And I sit lowly at his feet.
My Nora
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Beneath the gold acacia buds
My gentle Nora sits and broods,
Far, far away in Boston woods
My gentle Nora!
A Sicilian Idyll
© Thomas Sturge Moore
Cydilla
Thanks, Damon; now, by Zeus, thou art so brisk,
It shames me that to stoop should try my bones.
The Giant In Glee
© Victor Marie Hugo
Ho, warriors! I was reared in the land of the Gauls;
O'er the Rhine my ancestors came bounding like balls
Of the snow at the Pole, where, a babe, I was bathed
Ere in bear and in walrus-skin I was enswathed.
Worn Out
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
Yet my soul has no rest.
Man's Devotion
© James Whitcomb Riley
A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well,
For I must go away:
And should ANOTHER ever come to tell
Of love--What WILL you say?"
A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung by Guiderus and Ar
© William Taylor Collins
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing spring.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVI
Guascher and Raiphe in valor like there was.
Homage To Sextus Propertius - XI
© Ezra Pound
1
The harsh acts of your levity!
Many and many.
I am hung here, a scare-crow for lovers.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 07
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXVI
"I see," quoth he, "some expectation vain,
The Clouds That Promise A Glorious Morrow
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The clouds that promise a glorious morrow
Are fading slowly, one by one;
John Pegram
© William Gordon McCabe
What shall we say now of our knight,
Or how express the measure of our woe
For him who rode the foremost in the fight,
Whose good blade flashed so far amid the foe?
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Third
© William Lisle Bowles
My heart has sighed in secret, when I thought
That the dark tide of time might one day close,
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09
© Conrad Aiken
This girl gave her heart to me,
And this, and this.
