Love poems
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Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Le bras sur un marteau gigantesque, effrayant
D'ivresse et de grandeur, le front large, riant
Ghosts.
© Robert Crawford
They look in with dim eyes
And faces sweet and sad,
Upon the life that dies
Shades who have had
A Hymn
© James Shirley
O fly, my Soul! What hangs upon
Thy drooping wings,
And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?
We, Who Were Slain In Unlit Pathways
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Wishing for the roses of your lips
we offered ourselves to a gallows' twig
Longing for the radiance of your glowing hands
we let ourselves be slain in unlit pathways
Celia Bleeding, To the Surgeon
© Thomas Carew
Fond man, that canst believe her blood
Will from those purple channels flow;
Or that the pure untainted flood
Can any foul distemper know;
Or that thy weak steel can incise
The crystal case wherein it lies:
Where The Battle Passed
© Madison Julius Cawein
ONE blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thought
Nursed in a broken mind, that waits and schemes,
Survives, though shattered, and about it caught,
The strangling dodder streams.
The Unfinished Book
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
TAKE it, reader, idly passing,
This, like other idle lines;
Take it, critic, great at classing
Subtle genius and its signs:
Elegy IV. Ophilia's Urn. To Mr. Graves
© William Shenstone
Through the dim veil of evening's dusky shade,
Near some lone fane, or yew's funereal green,
What dreary forms has magic Fear survey'd!
What shrouded spectres Superstition seen!
A Song
© Virna Sheard
Love maketh its own summer time,
'Tis June, Love, when we are together,
And little I care for the frost in the air,
For the heart makes its own summer weather.
In The Springtime
© Eugene Field
'T is spring! The boats bound to the sea;
The breezes, loitering kindly over
The fields, again bring herds and men
The grateful cheer of honeyed clover.
Songs with Preludes: Friendship
© Jean Ingelow
Beautiful eyes,—and shall I see no more
The living thought when it would leap from them,
And play in all its sweetness ’neath their lids?
I Saw A New World
© William Brighty Rands
I SAW a new world in my dream,
Where all the folks alike did seem:
The Horologe Of The Fields
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Addressed to a Young Lady, on seeing at the House of an
Acquaintance a magnificent French Timepiece.
The Nuns And The Lilies
© Lesbia Harford
The lilies in the garden walk
Are out today.
The nuns all came to look at them,
To look and say
The Resting-Place
© Ada Cambridge
Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping
On mossy hillock and on headstone grey,
Where still our Mother holds in faithful keeping
Such as, while living, in her dear arms lay.
Ah! loving and beloved, we know ye rest,
E'en in the grave, upon her hallow'd breast.
Sonnet
© Charles Sangster
And offers incense in her heart, as on
An altar sacred unto God. The dawn
Of an imperishable love passed through
The lattice of my senses, and I, too,
Did offer incense in that solemn place
A woman's heart made pure and sanctified by grace.
A Song Of Home
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am singing a song to the boys to-day,
A song of the home that is far away.
