Love poems

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Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair:Her brow shades frowns although her eyes are sunny,Her smiles are lightning though her pride despair,And her disdains are gall, her favours honey;A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour,Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love,The wonder of all eyes that look upon her:Sacred on earth, design'd a saint above

The Civil Wars between the Two Houses of Lancaster and York

© Samuel Daniel

The swift approach and unexpected speedThe king had made upon this new-rais'd force,In the unconfirmed troops, much fear did breed,Untimely hind'ring their intended course

The Husband’s and Wife’s Grave

© Dana Richard Henry

Husband and wife! No converse now ye hold,As once ye did in your young days of love,On its alarms, its anxious hours, delays,Its silent meditations, its glad hopes,Its fears, impatience, quiet sympathies;Nor do ye speak of joy assured, and blissFull, certain, and possessed

The Dying Raven

© Dana Richard Henry

Come to these lonely woods to die alone?It seems not many days since thou wast heard,From out the mists of spring, with thy shrill note,Calling upon thy mates -- and their clear answers

Forty Below

© Dafoe Christopher

From this valley we hope to be going,When at last we can travel alone,For we're sick of the snow and the dust storms,In Toronto we'll find a new home.

Daisy Bell (or "Bicycle Built for Two")

© Dacre Harry

There is a flower within my heartDaisy, DaisyPlanted one day by a glancing dartPlanted by Daisy Bell

[Love's Renewal]

© d' Orléans Charles

Non Nobis, Domine

© Cust Henry

Not unto us, O Lord,Not unto us the rapture of the day,The peace of night, or love's divine surprise,High heart, high speech, high deeds, 'mid honouring eyesFor at Thy wordAll these are taken away.

Heard

© Currin Jen

Genius is the word for I've lost the joband my heart is breakfast.

Slain

© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

Marching On

© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson

I heard the young lads singing In the still morning air,Gaily the notes came ringing Across the lilac'd square;They sang like happy children Who know not doubt or care, "As WE GO MARCHING ON."