Love poems
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Even-Star
© Garnett Richard
First-born and final relic of the night,I dwell aloof in dim immensity;The grey sky sparkles with my fairy light;I mix among the dancers of the sea;Yet stoop not from the throne I must retainHigh o'er the silver sources of the rain
Fairies
© Fyleman Rose
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden! It's not so very, very far away;You pass the gardener's shed and you just keep straight ahead; I do so hope they've really come to stay
‘Ach, I Dunno!’
© William Percy French
I'm simply surrounded by lovers, Since Da made his fortune in land;They're comin' in crowds like the plovers To ax for me hand
Christ's Triumph after Death
© Giles Fletcher The Younger
IBegan to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began to flow'rIn th' eastern garden; for Heav'ns smiling browHalf insolent for joy begun to show: The early Sun came lively dancing out, And the brag lambs ran wantoning about,That heav'n, and earth might seem in triumph both to shout
Hence, all you vain delights
© John Fletcher
Hence, all you vain delights,As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly,There's nought in this life sweet,If man were wise to see't But only melancholy, Oh, sweetest melancholy
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
© Edward Fitzgerald
IHas flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caughtThe Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat
© Anne Finch - Countess of Winchilsea
(Inscribed to the Right Honourable Catharine Countess of Thanet, mentioned in the poem under the name of Arminda)
No Snake
© Annie Finch
Inside my Eden I can find no snake.There's not one I could look to and believe,obey and then be ruined by and leavebecause of, bearing children and an ache.
Ghazal For A Poetess
© Annie Finch
Many the nights that have passed,But I rememberThe river of pearls at FezAnd Seomar whom I loved.
The Women of the West
© George Essex Evans
They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best:For love they faced the wilderness -- the Women of the West
To a Lady, Asking him how Long he would Love her
© Sir George Etherege
It is not, Celia, in our power To say how long our love will last;It may be we within this hour May lose those joys we now do taste:The blessed, that immortal be,From change in love are only free.
Song from Love in a Tub
© Sir George Etherege
If she be not as kind as fair, But peevish and unhandy,Leave her, she's only worth the care Of some spruce Jack-a-dandy
Ben Bolt
© English Thomas Dunn
Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt -- Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown,Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone,They have fitted a slab of the granite so grey, And Alice lies under the stone
On Monsieur's Departure
© Elizabeth I
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate
Sweet Evenings Come and Go, Love
© George Eliot
"La noche buena se viene,La noche buena se va,Y nosotros nos iremosY no volveremos mas." -- Old Villancico.
"O May I Join the Choir Invisible"
© George Eliot
Longum illud tempus, quum non ero, magis me movet, quam hoc exigium.
