Love poems
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He Did Love
© Anna Akhmatova
He did love three things in this world:
Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks,
And worn, weathered maps of America.
And he did not love children crying,
For Spring By Sandro Botticelli
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
WHAT masque of what old wind-withered New-Year
Honours this Lady? Flora, wanton-eyed
Sir Henry Wotton, and Serjeant Hoskins Riding On The Way
© Sir Henry Wotton
Ho. Noble, lovely, vertuous Creature,
Purposely so fram'd by Nature
To enthral your servants wits.
The Shepherd Of King Admetus
© James Russell Lowell
There came a youth upon the earth,
Some thousand years ago,
Whose slender hands were nothing worth,
Whether to plow, to reap, or sow.
Hymn XXVII: Saviour, the World's and Mine
© Charles Wesley
Saviour, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like thine!
Thou my pain, my curse hast took,
All my sins were laid on thee;
Help me, Lord; to thee I look,
Draw me, Saviour, after thee.
The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication
© Caroline Norton
FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife,
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal;
In the arena of thy brilliant life
Never too busy or too cold to feel:
To One who Loved not Poetry
© Sappho
THOU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind
Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind
The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doom
Is now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom.
Convalescent
© Ambrose Bierce
What! "Out of danger?" Can the slighted Dame
Or canting Pharisee no more defame?
Psalm V.
© John Milton
Jehovah to my words give ear
My meditation waigh
The voyce of my complaining hear
My King and God for unto thee I pray.
Sun of My Soul
© John Keble
Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earthborn cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servants eyes.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06:
© Conrad Aiken
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more.
And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes,
To HisOwn Beloved Self, The Author Dedicates These Lines
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Six.
Ponderous. The chimes of a clock.
Render unto Caesar ... render unto God...
But wheres
someone like me to dock?
Where11 I find a lair?
Autumn Violets
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring:
Of if these bloom when worn-out autumn grieves,
The Bagman's Dog: Mr. Peters's Story
© Richard Harris Barham
It was a litter, a litter of five,
Four are drown'd and one left alive,
He was thought worthy alone to survive;
And the Bagman resolved upon bringing him up,
To eat of his bread, and to drink of his cup,
He was such a dear little cock-tail'd pup.
Autumn Woods
© William Cullen Bryant
Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.
The Child In The Garden
© Henry Van Dyke
When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
We Were Four Sisters
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
We were four sisters, four sisters were we,
All four of us loved, but had different "becauses:"
One loved because father and mother told her to,
another loved because her lover was rich,
the third loved because he was a famous artist,
and I loved because I fell in love.
Farewell To A Singer
© Robert Fuller Murray
As those who hear a sweet bird sing,
And love each song it sings the best,
Grieve when they see it taking wing
And flying to another nest:
Twenty-Second Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
What liberty so glad and gay,
As where the mountain boy,
Reckless of regions far away,
A prisoner lives in joy?
