Love poems
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The Coronation Of Inez De Castro
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There was music on the midnight;
From a royal fane it roll'd,
To The Afflicted, Tossed With Tempests And Not Comforted
© John Newton
Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Saviour says;
Amor Mysticus
© John Hay
Let them say to my Lover
That here I lie!
The thing of His pleasure,
His slave am I.
An Arrow-Slit
© Jean Ingelow
I clomb full high the belfry tower
Up to yon arrow-slit, up and away,
I said 'let me look on my heart's fair flower
In the walled garden where she doth play.'
The Little Woman
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little woman, to her I bow
And doff my hat as I pass her by;
From Amorgos
© Nikos Gatsos
I
With their country tied to their sails and their oars hung on
the wind
The shipwrecked slept tamely like dead beasts on a bedding
The Purification
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Softly the sunbeams gleamed athwart the Temple proud and high
Built up by Israels wisest to the Lord of earth and sky
Lighting its gorgeous fretted roof, and every sacred fold
Of mystic veilfrom gaze profane that hid the ark of old.
The Vision Of Sir Launfal
© James Russell Lowell
Sir Launfal awoke, as from a swound:-
"The Grail in my castle here is found!
Hang my idle armor up on the wall,
Let it be the spider's banquet-hall;
He must be fenced with stronger mail
Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."
To The South
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now,
Who bearest, unashamed, upon my brow
The long kiss of the loving tropic sun,
And yet, whose veins with thy red current run.
The Rose
© Pierre de Ronsard
See, Mignonne, hath not the Rose,
That this morning did unclose
Her purple mantle to the light,
Lost, before the day be dead,
The glory of her raiment red,
Her colour, bright as yours is bright?
A New Baby In The House
© Edgar Albert Guest
Something to talk about, something to do,
Something to laugh at the whole day through,
Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five
© Juliusz Slowacki
Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,
Coiling up and down like an iron serpent
The Way To Wait
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
O WHETHER by the lonesome road that lies across the lea
Or whether by the hill that stoops, rock-shadowed, to the sea,
Or by a sail that blows from far, my love returns to me!
Two Nights
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
One night was full of rapture and delight-
Of reunited arms and swooning kisses,
And all the unnamed and unnumbered blisses
Which fond souls find in love of love at night.
To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster
© Francis Thompson
I will not perturbate
Thy Paradisal state
With praise
Of thy dead days;
The Ballad Of Saint Vitus
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Vitus came tripping over the grass
When all the leaves in the trees were green,
Through the green meadows he did pass
On the day he was full seventeen.
I Shall Not Forget
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,
But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;
And the strong hands of Time are too feeble and slender
To garland the grave that is made in my heart.
The House Of Judgement
© Oscar Wilde
And God said to the Man, 'Thy life hath been evil, and the Beauty I
have shown thou hast sought for, and the Good I have hidden thou
didst pass by. The walls of thy chamber were painted with images,
"In The Cool Of The Evening"
© Alfred Noyes
In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,
When the laborers turn them homeward, and the weary have their will,
When the censers of the roses o'er the forest aisles are shaken,
Is it but the wind that cometh o'er the far green hill?
The Poem Of Imru al Qays
© Imru al Qays Ibn Hujr
I said to the wolf, "You gather as little wealth, as little prosperity as I.
What either of us gains he gives away. So do we remain thin."
