Love poems
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A Simple Song For America
© Karle Wilson Baker
Gather us to thy heart,
Lay us thy spirit bare:
Give us in thee our part,
O Mother young and fair!
Theology in Extremis: Or a soliloquy that may have been delivered in India, June, 1857
© Alfred Comyn Lyall
Oft in the pleasant summer years,
Reading the tales of days bygone,
I have mused on the story of human tears,
All that man unto man had done,
Massacre, torture, and black despair;
Reading it all in my easy-chair.
After The Battle
© Victor Marie Hugo
MY father, hero of benignant mien,
On horseback visited the gory scene,
Song On Peace
© William Cowper
No longer I follow a sound;
No longer a dream I pursue;
Oh happiness! not to be found,
Unattainable treasure, adieu!
Fare Thee Well
© George Gordon Byron
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
The Mother's Lesson
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Come hither an' sit on my knee, Willie,
Come hither an' sit on my knee,
Dialogue En Route
© Sylvia Plath
If only something would happen!
sighed Eve, the elevator-girl ace,
to Adam the arrogant matador
as they shot past the forty-ninth floor
in a rocketing vertical clockcase,
fast as a fallible falcon.
A Harvest Scene
© Gilbert White
Wak'd by the gentle gleamings of the morn,
Soon clad, the reaper, provident of want
Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem
© John Keats
"With such remorseless speed still come new woes,
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.
Saturn! sleep on: me thoughtless, why should I
Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude?
Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
Saturn! sleep on, while at thy feet I weep."
Ye Wives Who Scold & Fishes Sell
© Thomas Parnell
Ye Wives who scold & fishes sell,
Or sing & sell your fruit,
Fourth Sunday In Advent
© John Keble
Of the bright things in earth and air
How little can the heart embrace!
Soft shades and gleaming lights are there -
I know it well, but cannot trace.
On Revisiting The Sea-Shore, After Long Absence, Under Strong Medical Recommendation Not To Bathe
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
God be with thee, gladsome Ocean!
How gladly greet I thee once more!
Ships and waves, and ceaseless motion,
And men rejoicing on thy shore.
Lines For Music
© Frances Anne Kemble
False Love, take hence thy roses,
Give me the bitter Rue
That on my heart reposes,
Sorrow at least is true.
Mine is the Lifter of Mountains
© Mirabai
Mine is the lifter of mountains, the
cowherd, and none other.
Three Studies From A Portrait
© Margaret Widdemer
1
OLD TALES
HER voice within the darkened room
Tells on old jests and tragedies
And little follies of her kin
And futile old nobilities:
The Departure of Summer
© Thomas Hood
Summer is gone on swallows' wings,
And Earth has buried all her flowers:
No more the lark,the linnetsings,
But Silence sits in faded bowers.
Love Beyond Keeping
© Carl Sandburg
She had a box
with a million red bandanas for him.
She gave them to him
one by one or by thousands,
saying then she had not enough for him.
The Three Friends
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
The sword slew one in deadly strife;
One perish'd by the bowl;
The third lies self-slain by the knife;
For three the bells may toll -
I loved her better than my life,
And better than my soul.
To A Gentleman, Who Had Abus'd Waller.
© Mary Barber
I grieve to think that Waller's blam'd,
Waller, so long, so justly, fam'd.
Then own your Verses writ in Haste,
Or I shall say, you've lost your Taste.
Song For A Highland Drover Returning From England
© Robert Bloomfield
Now fare-thee-well, England; no further I'll roam;
But follow my shadow that points the way home;
Your gay southern Shores shall not tempt me to stay;
For my Maggy's at Home, and my Children at play!
Tis this makes my Bonnet set light on my brow,
Gives my sinews their strength and my bosom its glow.
