Love poems
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The End of Love
© Muriel Stuart
WHO shall forget till his last hour be come,-
Until the useful service of the dust
By A Child's Bed
© Duncan Campbell Scott
She breathèd deep,
And stepped from out life's stream
Upon the shore of sleep;
And parted from the earthly noise,
Leaving her world of toys,
To dwell a little in a dell of dream.
The Origin Of Didactic Poetry
© James Russell Lowell
When wise Minerva still was young
And just the least romantic,
A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Popes Life
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,
'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;
'Twill make your hair to bristle up, and your eyes to start and glow,
When of this dread consperracy you honest folks shall know.
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VI - Go-Harana - (Cattle-Lifting)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The conditions of the banishment of the sons of Pandu were hard. They
must pass twelve years in exile, and then they must remain a year in
concealment. If they were discovered within this last year, they must
go into exile for another twelve years.
The Request
© Abraham Cowley
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do?
Me still the cruel boy does spare;
Sonnet LIX: Love's Last Gift
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,
And said: The rose-tree and the apple-tree
The Joy Of Grief
© John Kenyon
"In vain you touch that answering wire,
Attuned to softest notes of peace;
Song: Go, lovely rose!
© Edmund Waller
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
My Ladys Lamantation And Complaint Against The Dean
© Jonathan Swift
Sure never did man see
A wretch like poor Nancy,
So teazed day and night
By a Dean and a Knight.
Latakia
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
O Love, if you were only here
Beside me in this mellow light,
Though all the bitter winds should blow,
And all the ways be choked with snow,
'Twould be a true Arabian night!
She
© Theodore Roethke
I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? -
My lady laughs, delighting in what is.
If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.
She makes space lonely with a lovely song.
She lilts a low soft language, and I hear
Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear.
Bande Mataram
© Sri Aurobindo
Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving, Mother of might,
Mother free.
A Lover's Quarrel
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And all through the riotous, ardent weather
We dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.
"What shall I say to thee, my spirit, so soon dejected"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
What shall I say to thee, my spirit, so soon dejected,
Unaccountably conquered, where thou seemed'st strong?
Life, that, yesterday, the sun's own glory reflected,
Darkened now, like a train of captives, crawls along.
Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
Break through the clouds of Fancyâs waning year;
Chase from her breast the thin autumnal snow,
If leaf or blossom still is fresh below!
The Prayer of the Mammonites
© Charles Mackay
Six days we give thee heart and brain :
In grief or pleasure, joy or pain,
Thou art our guide, O god of Gain !
Love
© George Moses Horton
Whilst tracing thy visage I sink in emotion,
For no other damsel so wond'rous I see;
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I think of no other, my true-love, but thee.
To his mistress, objecting to him neither toying or talking
© Robert Herrick
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
