Love poems
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Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris,
© Amelia Opie
PROUD Seine, along thy winding tide
Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide,
And, deckt with art and nature's pride,
Seems formed for jocund revelry.
A Dialogue
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The Man.
O pitiless word! Yet slay me too:
Be kind, O Death! for my soul grew,
Watered and fed by gracious dew,
Till in one hour Love met with thee.
Now, the wide world is misery!
Kriss Kringle
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Just as the moon was fading
Amid her misty rings,
And every stocking was stuffed
With childhoods precious things,
In the House of the Voice of Maria Callas by Steve Orlen: American Life in Poetry #143 Ted Kooser, U
© Ted Kooser
Here is Arizona poet Steve Orlen's lovely tribute to the great opera singer, Maria Callas. Most of us never saw her perform, or even knew what she looked like, but many of us listened to her on the radio or on our parents' record players, perhaps in a parlor like the one in this poem.
In the House of the Voice of Maria Callas
I Tell My Heart
© Margaret Widdemer
I TELL my heart, to hush her aching
When we are sleeping, when we're waking,
Of things we loved well, she and I,
Upon a time that is gone by:
Song From The Persian
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
AH, sad are they who know not love,
But, far from passion's tears and smiles,
A Song for Old Love
© Muriel Stuart
There shall be a song for both of us that day
Though fools say you have long outlived your songs,
Sonnet LII. The Human Flower. 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
SHALL that bright flower the countless ages toiled
And travailed to bring forth shall that rare rose,
Whose bloom and fragrance earth and heaven unclose
Their treasuries to enrich, by death be foiled?
The Twa Dogs
© Robert Burns
'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King Coil,
Upon a bonie day in June,
When wearin' thro' the afternoon,
Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame,
Forgather'd ance upon a time.
The Boys Of The House: For Valentine and Hubert Blake
© Katharine Tynan
Young martyrs of the war,
Who with your bright eyes star
The shadows grey;
Who steal at dawn and gloam
In each beloved room
So pale, so gay.
The Story Of A Soul.
© James Brunton Stephens
WHO can say "Thus far, no farther," to the tide of his own nature?
Who can mould the spirit's fashion to the counsel of his will?
Mute Discourse.
© James Brunton Stephens
GOD speaks by silence. Voice-dividing man,
Who cannot triumph but he saith, Aha
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And what strange sights have these threewindows seen,
Mid bonnes and children, in the Tuileries!
What flights of hero, Emperor and Queen,
Since first I looked down from them, one of these!
Ballade Of The Voyage To Cythera
© Andrew Lang
Sad eyes! the blue sea laughs, as heretofore.
Ah, singing birds your happy music pour!
Ah, poets, leave the sordid earth awhile;
Flit to these ancient gods we still adore:
"It may be we shall touch the happy isle!"
Processional
© Madison Julius Cawein
Universes are the pages
Of that book whose words are ages;
Of that book which destiny
Opens in eternity.
Told By "The Noted Traveler"
© James Whitcomb Riley
Even so had they wrought all ways
To earn the pennies, and hoard them, too,--
And with what ultimate end in view?--
They were saving up money enough to be
Able, in time, to buy their own
Five children back.
Otho The Great - Act II
© John Keats
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.
Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.
