Love poems
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In The Harbour: Sundown
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The summer sun is sinking low;
Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
Of the neighboring church is a flame of fire;
All is in shadow below.
Sonnet XI
© Caroline Norton
THE MOSS-WALK AT MARKLY, SUSSEX.
(To S.D.)
GREEN avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet
Pleasantly shelter'd me in days of yore,
It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon
© William Ernest Henley
It came with the threat of a waning moon
And the wail of an ebbing tide,
Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sermoni propriora.~ Horace
Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose
Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
Marguerite
© John Greenleaf Whittier
What to her was the song of the robin, or warm
morning light,
As she lay in the trance of the dying, heedless of
sound or sight?
Australia's Forgotten Flag
© Henry Lawson
Oh! the Cross of deepest blue,
With the bright stars shining through,
The Wars and the Unknown Soldier
© Conrad Aiken
Under Osiris,
him of the Egyptian priests, Osynmandyas the King,
easward into Asia we passed, swarmed over Bactria,
three thousand years before Christ.
Manfred: A Dramatic Poem. Act II.
© George Gordon Byron
CHAMOIS HUNTER
No, no -- yet pause -- thou must not yet go forth:
Thy mind and body are alike unfit
To trust each other, for some hours, at least;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide--
But whither?
Song In Spite Of Myself
© Countee Cullen
Never love with all your heart,
It only ends in aching;
And bit by bit to the smallest part
That organ will be breaking.
English Flowers
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
YE have been bought
With an immortal price,
O, windflowers quick as thought
Of love in solitude,
And daffodils, the year's young sacrifice
When summer's on the wood.
Song Of The Desert Lark
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love, love, in vain
We count the days of Spring.
Lost is all love's pain,
Lost the songs we sing.
Elegy For Poe With The Music Of A Carnival Inside It
© Larry Levis
There is this sunny place where I imagine him.
A park on a hill whose grass wants to turn
Into dust, & would do so if it weren't
For the rain, & the fact that it is only grass
1914
© John Jay Chapman
ALAS, too much we loved the glittering wares
That art and education had devised
The Crown Of Empire
© George Essex Evans
Free is the wind that lashes into foam
The fortress waves that gird the Sea-Kings home
Araluen
© Henry Kendall
Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep
Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep.
Boulogne To Amiens And Paris (3 to 11 P.M.; 3rd Class)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with,
Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass
Lucy and Colin
© Thomas Tickell
Of Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace;
Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream
Reflect so fair a face,
