Love poems
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Love
© Joseph Brodsky
Twice I awoke this night, and went
to the window. The streetlamps were
a fragment of a sentence spoken in sleep,
leading to nothing, like omission points,
My Nannie, O
© Robert Burns
Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,
'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos'd,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O.
Bridegroom Dick
© Herman Melville
All this, old lassie, you have heard before,
But you listen again for the sake e'en o' me;
No babble stales o' the good times o' yore
To Joan, if Darby the babbler be.
Love Compared
© Nizar Qabbani
I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
Feri's Dream
© Frances Darwin Cornford
I Had a little dog, and my dog was very small;
He licked me in the face, and he answered to my call;
Of all the treasures that were mine, I loved him most of all.
Paradise Lost : Book III.
© John Milton
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn,
Or of the Eternal coeternal beam
The Martinet
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Some time ago, in simple verse
I sang the story true
Of CAPTAIN REECE, the MANTELPIECE,
And all her happy crew.
The Winter Nosegay
© William Cowper
What Nature, alas! has denied
To the delicate growth of our isle,
How Love Looked For Hell.
© Sidney Lanier
"To heal his heart of long-time pain
One day Prince Love for to travel was fain
The Lord of the Isles: Canto I.
© Sir Walter Scott
Here pause we, gentles, for a space;
And, if our tale hath won your grace,
Grant us brief patience, and again
We will renew the minstrel strain.
Fog
© Robinson Jeffers
Invisible gulls with human voices cry in the sea-cloud
"There is room, wild minds,
Ringleted Youth Of My Love
© Douglas Hyde
RINGLETED youth of my love,
With thy locks bound loosely behind thee,
I Swear
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I swear, since seeing Your face,
the whole world is fraud and fantasy
The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds
can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.
A Ballade Of Home
© Enid Derham
Princes and lords of high degree,
Smile, and we fling you scorn for scorn,
In hope and faith and memory
I love the land where I was born.
The Hesitating Veteran
© Ambrose Bierce
When I was young and full of faith
And other fads that youngsters cherish
The Prayer Of A Lonely Heart
© Frances Anne Kemble
I am aloneoh be thou near to me,
Great God! from whom the meanest are not far.
Vestigia Quinque Retrorsum
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
This is our golden year,--its golden day;
Its bridal memories soon must pass away;
Soon shall its dying music cease to ring,
And every year must loose some silver string,
Till the last trembling chords no longer thrill,--
Hands all at rest and hearts forever still.
The Dying Slave
© William Lisle Bowles
Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day,
When Afric's injured son expiring lay,
