Love poems
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The Elder-Witch
© George Borrow
Though tall the oak, and firm its stem,
Though far abroad its boughs are spread,
A Brief Love Letter
© Nizar Qabbani
My darling, I have much to say
Where o precious one shall I begin ?
The Penitent
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Thou see'st yon woman with the grave pelisse
Lined with dark sables? Is she not devout?
Her soul is in the service, and her eyes
Are dim with weeping,--weeping for the follies
Black Rook In Rainy Weather
© Sylvia Plath
On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain-
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident
Sonnet XLVI: Parted Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What shall be said of this embattled day
And armèd occupation of this night
Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Raven in a White Chine
© Jean Ingelow
I saw when I looked up, on either hand,
A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white;
A narrowing rent soon closed toward the land,—
Toward the sea, an open yawning bight.
The Battle
© Madison Julius Cawein
BLACK clouds hung low and heavy,
Above the sunset glare;
And in the garden dimly
We wandered here and there.
Idyll XXVII. A Countryman's Wooing
© Theocritus
Thus interchanging whispered talk the pair,
Their faces all aglow, long lingered there.
At length the hour arrived when they must part.
With downcast eyes, but sunshine in her heart,
She went to tend her flock; while Daphnis ran
Back to his herded bulls, a happy man.
Francisca
© George Gordon Byron
Francisca walks in the shadow of night,
But it is not to gaze on the heavenly light -
Vision of Columbus Book 2
© Joel Barlow
High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,
The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;
To France
© Frederick George Scott
What is the gift we have given thee, Sister?
What is the trust we have laid in thy hand?
Hearts of our bravest, our best, and our dearest,
Blood of our blood we have sown in thy land.
The Funeral
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
MARK you not yon sad procession;
'Mid the ruin'd abbey's gloom,
Hastening to the worm's possession,
To the dark and silent tomb!
Because Thou Art
© Sri Aurobindo
Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss,
My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee ;
It bears Thy mystic touch in all that is
And thrills with the burden of that ecstasy.
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From the day's first golden cup.
Brother Artist
© George MacDonald
Brother artist, help me; come!
Artists are a maimed band:
I have words but not a hand;
Thou hast hands though thou art dumb.
To A Dead Friend
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It is as if a silver chord
Were suddenly grown mute,
And life's song with its rhythm warred
Against a silver lute.
