Love poems
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The Last Laugh
© Franklin Pierce Adams
How sweet the moonlight sleeps," I quoted,
"Upon this bank!" that starry night-
The night you vowed you'd be devoted-
I'll tell the world you held me tight.
The Dead Bride
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
WITHIN my circled arm she lay and faintly smiled the long night through,
And oh, but she was fair to view, fair to view!
Absence And Love
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WE need the clasp of hand in hand,
The light flashed warm from neighboring eyes:
Or else as weary seasons pass--
Alas! alas!
Our tenderest love grows wan and dies.
Autumn Sonnet
© Charles Baudelaire
Your eyes, clear as crystal, ask me: Strange lover,
what do I mean to you?- Hush, and be charming!
My heart, irritated by all but the one thing,
the primitive creatures absolute candour,
The Return Of The Goddess
© James Bayard Taylor
Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn,
And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way,
But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn,
She comes to me to-day.
Holy Sonnet XVI: Father
© John Donne
Father, part of his double interest
Unto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me,
For The New Year
© Edith Nesbit
FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty,
The fair new year its promise gave;
Not Here
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?
Arab Songs
© Padraic Colum
Men come to me : one says
'We have given your verses praise,
And we will keep your name abreast of the newer names;
But you must make what accords
With poems that are household words
Your own: write familiar things; to your hundred add a score.'
For He Was Scotch, and So Was She
© Jean Blewett
THEY were a couple well content
With what they earned and what they spent,
Cared not a whit for style's decree
For he was Scotch, and so was she.
The Dying Lover
© John Wilmot
I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.
Sonnet LV: Stillborn Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The hour which might have been yet might not be,
Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore
A Rejected Lover
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
You "never loved me," Ada. These slow words
Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue
Out of your true and kindly woman-heart,
Fell, piercing into mine like very swords
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Perversity
If It Should Come To Be
© William Ernest Henley
If it should come to be,
This proof of you and me,
This type and sign
Of hours that smiled and shone,
And yet seemed dead and gone
As old-world wine:
