Love poems
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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 19
© William Langland
That thow [have thyn askyng], as the lawe asketh
Omnia sunt tua ad defendendum set non ad deprehendendum.'
The viker hadde fer hoom, and faire took his leeve -
And I awakned therwith, and wroot as me mette.
To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned
© John Keats
WHAT is there in the universal Earth
More lovely than a Wreath from the bay tree?
My Irish Love
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Unheeded, Dante on the cushion lay,
His golden clasps yet lock'd--no poet tells
The tale of Love with such a wizard tongue
That lovers slight dear Love himself to list.
The River.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am a river flowing from God's sea
Through devious ways. He mapped my course for me;
The People's Admiration For Duke Woo
© Confucius
The black robes well your form befit;
When they are worn we'll make you new.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part I.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
O, light canoe, where dost thou glide?
Below thee gleams no silver'd tide,
But concave heaven's chiefest pride.
Rachel
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE wan September moonbeams, struggling down
Through the gray clouds upon her desolate head,
The coldness of their muffled radiance shed
Faintly above her like a spectral crown:
The West A Glimmering Lake Of Light
© William Ernest Henley
The West a glimmering lake of light,
A dream of pearly weather,
To A Friend Estranged From Me
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun
That will not rise again.
Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea,
Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charity
That lifts a man a little above the beasts that run.
An Impromptu
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE clock has struck noon; ere it thrice tell the hours
We shall meet round the table that blushes with flowers,
And I shall blush deeper with shame-driven blood
That I came to the banquet and brought not a bud.
Ode XIV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend: From The Country
© Mark Akenside
I.
Say, Townshend, what can London boast
On Tweed River
© Sir Walter Scott
Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright,
Both current and ripple are dancing in light.
Earthborn
© Peter McArthur
HURLED back, defeated, like a child I sought
The loving shelter of my native fields,
Rosamond's Song Of Hope
© Robert Bloomfield
Sweet Hope, so oft my childhood's friend,
I will believe thee still,
For thou canst joy with sorrow blend,
Where grief alone would kill.
Joys Within Reach
© Edgar Albert Guest
You needn't be rich to be happy,
You needn't be famous to smile;
On a Spanish Cathedral
© Henry Kendall
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,
I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!
Pictures In The Smoke
© Dorothy Parker
Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine;
The second love was water, in a clear white cup;
The third love was his, and the fourth was mine;
And after that, I always get them all mixed up.
The Last Song
© Madison Julius Cawein
She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,
And, tired out with too much happiness,
My Autumn Walk
© William Cullen Bryant
ON woodlands ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine lies;
I look on the beauty round me,
And tears come into my eyes.
Eudoxia. First Picture
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O SWEETEST my sister, my sister that sits in the sun,
Her lap full of jewels, and roses in showers on her hair;
Soft smiling and counting her riches up slow, one by one,
Cool-browed, shaking dew from her garlands--those garlands so fair,
