Love poems
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Repentance And Reconciliation
© Charles Lamb
MOTHER.
Your repentance, my children, I see is unfeigned,
You are now my good Robert, and now my good Jane;
And if you will never be naughty again,
Your fond mother will never look grave.
Malham Cove
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There is threat in the wind, and a murmur
of water that swells
Swift in the hollow: about me
a shadow is thrown;
Red Maples
© Sara Teasdale
IN the last year I have learned
How few men are worth my trust;
I have seen the friend I loved
Struck by death into the dust,
The Welshnut Tree
© William Barnes
When in the evenèn the zun's a-zinkèn,
A drowèn sheädes vrom the yollow west,
A Nocturne
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The Moon has gone to her rest,
A full hour ago.
The Pleiads have found a nest
In the waves below.
A Visit From Wisdom
© Khalil Gibran
In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother
And wiped away my tears, and said : "I have heard
The cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.
Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light.
Ask of me and I shall show you the way of truth."
Beauty Rothraut (From Moricke)
© George Meredith
What is the name of King Ringang's daughter?
Rohtraut, Beauty Rohtraut!
Kalamazoo
© Vachel Lindsay
Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
The speaking pony and singing lion.
For in Kalamazoo in a cottage apart
Lived the girl with the innocent heart.
The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - Ara Of The Saints
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Hearing how blessed Enda lived apart,
Amid the sacred caves of Ara-mhor,
And how beneath his eye, spread like a chart,
Lay all the isles of that remotest shore;
The Adoration
© Arthur Symons
Why have you brought me myrrh
And frankincense and gold?
Lay at the feet of her
Whom you have loved of old
Your frankincense and gold?
The Telegram
© Thomas Hardy
'O He's suffering - maybe dying - and I not there to aid,
And smooth his bed and whisper to him! Can I nohow go?
Only the nurse's brief twelve words thus hurriedly conveyed,
As by stealth, to let me know.
The Dance To Death. Act II
© Emma Lazarus
LANDGRAVE.
Who tells thee of my son's love for the Jewess?
A Letter of Advice
© Winthrop Mackworth Praed
You tell me you're promised a lover,
My own Araminta, next week;
Elegy XXIII. Reflections Suggested By His Situation
© William Shenstone
Born near the scene for Kenelm's fate renown'd,
I take my plaintive reed, and range the grove,
And raise my lay, and bid the rocks resound
The savage force of empire, and of love.
Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa
© George Gordon Byron
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
