Love poems
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The Builders
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE
October 21, 1896
The Death Of The First Born
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
COVER him over with daisies white,
And eke with the poppies red,
To Mrs. Mary Caesar
© Mary Barber
I read in your delighted Face,
The Nuptial Bands are ty'd:
From me congratulate her Grace,
Young Portland's lovely Bride.
To any army wife
© Sappho
Some say a cavalry corps,
some infantry, some again,
will maintain that the swift oars
Champlain: First Canadian
© John Daniel Logan
Intrepid, constant, nobly pure and strong
First citizen of Canada's domain,
Behold this ancient city is thy fane
And thy compatriots raise thy name in song.
Look downward from thy lofty resting-place
And mark the regnancy of thy just ways.
The Punishment Of Loke
© Madison Julius Cawein
The gods of Asaheim, incensed with Loke,
A whirlwind yoked with thunder-footed steeds,
And, carried thus, boomed o'er the booming seas,
Far as the teeming wastes of Jotunheim,
To punish Loke for all his wily crimes.
Another Way
© Ambrose Bierce
I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
And laid a rose upon my breast, and said,
"May God be merciful." She spoke my name,
And added, "It is strange to think him dead.
Music:To A Boy Of Four Years Old, On Hearing Him Play The Harp
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
SWEET boy! before thy lips can learn
In speech thy wishes to make known,
Are "thoughts that breathe and words that burn"
Heard in thy music's tone.
Lines.I cannot sleep
© Louisa Stuart Costello
I cannot sleepmy nights glide on
In one unbroken thought of thee;
The Weeds Counsel
© Bliss William Carman
SAID a traveller by the way
Pausing, "What hast thou to say,
Flower by the dusty road,
That would ease a mortal's load?"
To My Mother
© George Barker
She will not glance up at the bomber or condescend
To drop her gin and scuttle to a cellar,
But lean on the mahogany table like a mountain
Whom only faith can move, and so I send
O all her faith and all my love to tell her
That she will move from mourning into morning.
Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord
© Charles Wesley
Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
If?
© Augusta Davies Webster
If I should die this night, (as well might be,
So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
And they should come at morn and look on me
Perfume
© Arthur Symons
"Farewell" between our kisses creeps,
You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet ah! the vacant place still keeps
The odour of your hair.
Tennyson: In Lucem Transitus, October, 1892
© Henry Van Dyke
FROM the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon,
To the singing tides of heaven, and the light more clear than noon,
Passed a soul that grew to music till it was with God in tune.
Seeking And Finding
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Thinking of shores that I shall never see,
And things that I would know but am forbid
By Time and briefness, treasuries locked from me
In unknown tongue or human bosom hid,
The German Students Love-Song
© Caroline Norton
By these, and by Love's power divine,
I have no thought but what is thine!
II.
