Love poems
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On Platina Prosperus Spiriteus
© Thomas Parnell
The Man whose Judgement Joynd with force of Witt
The lives of Popes & lives of Heroes writt
The Bagpipe Who Didnt Say No
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
It was nine o'clock at midnight at a quarter after three
When a turtle met a bagpipe on the shoreside by the sea,
And the turtle said, "My dearie,
May I sit with you? I'm weary."
Point Of View
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.
Now And Afterwards
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
TWO hands upon the breast,
And labor's done;
Two pale feet crossed in rest--
The race is won;
May Wind
© Sara Teasdale
I said, "I have shut my heart
As one shuts an open door,
That Love may starve therein
And trouble me no more."
Sonnet XVI
© Caroline Norton
PRINCESS MARIE OF WIRTEMBURG.
WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!
When thou wert carried to thy silent rest,
And every brow with heavy gloom was shaded,
The Australian Emigrant
© Henry Kendall
How dazzling the sunbeams awoke on the spray,
When Australia first rose in the distance away,
The Fruit Of Love's Desire.
© Robert Crawford
The fruit of love's desire is sweet
For any man and maid to eat.
However ripened in time's air,
No other can with it compare.
Idyl
© Emma Lazarus
The swallows made twitter incessant,
The thrushes were wild with their mirth.
The ways and the woods were made pleasant,
And the flowering nooks of the earth.
Before Your Light Quite Fail
© Paul Verlaine
Before your light quite fail,
Already paling star,
(The quail
Sings in the thyme afar!)
Changeling
© Margaret Widdemer
And while this that bears your seeming
Goes among us dumb and dreaming
You dance on eternally
With the Dark Queen's chivalry!
Sonnet XXX: I See Thine Image
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I see thine image through my tears to-night,
And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How
The Shepherd's Week : Wednesday; or, The Dumps
© John Gay
Sparabella.
The wailings of a maiden I recite,
Wanderers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O there are wanderers over wave and strand
Invisible and secret, everywhere
Moving thro' light and night from land to land,
Swifter than bird or cloud upon the air.
Day's Rain Is Done
© Alexander Pushkin
Day's rain is done. The rainy mist of night
Spreads on the sky, leaden apparel wearing,
The Rivulet
© William Cullen Bryant
This little rill, that from the springs
Of yonder grove its current brings,
Plays on the slope a while, and then
Goes prattling into groves again,
Isabel
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades,
And the shut lily cradles not the bee;
The red deer couches in the forest glades,
And faint the echoes of the slumberous sea:
Georgic 4
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Take up the tale. Upon this theme no less
The Logical Conclusion
© Ezra Pound
When earth's last thesis is copied
From the theses that went before,
Remarks On The Bright And Dark Side
© Benjamin Tompson
But may a Rural Pen try to set forth
Such a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worth
