Love poems
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England! The Time Is Come When Thou Shouldst Wean
© William Wordsworth
ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should'st wean
Thy heart from its emasculating food;
The truth should now be better understood;
Old things have been unsettled; we have seen
Love's Worship Restored
© Robert Fuller Murray
O Love, thine empire is not dead,
Nor will we let thy worship go,
Battle Bunny (Malvern Hill, 1864)
© Francis Bret Harte
Till a flash, not all of steel,
Where the rolling caissons wheel,
Brought a rumble and a roar
Rolling down that velvet floor,
And like blows of autumn flail
Sharply threshed the iron hail.
Stars
© Robert Laurence Binyon
And must I deem you mortal as my kind,
O solemn stars, that to man's doubtful mind
So long have seemed, 'mid the world's fallen kings
And glories gone, the sole eternal things;
The Cyclamen
© Arlo Bates
OVER the plains where Persian hosts
Laid down their lives for glory
Flutter the cyclamens, like ghosts
That witness to their story.
Oh, fair! Oh, white! Oh, pure as snow!
On countless graves how sweet they grow!
Love And Knowledge
© Edith Nesbit
THOUGH you and I so long have been so near--
Have felt each other's heart-beats hour by hour,
A Villonaud: Ballad Of The Gibbet
© Ezra Pound
Drink ye a skoal for the gallows tree!
Francois and Margot and thee and me,
Drink we the comrades merrily
That said us, 'Till then' for the gallows tree!
Cambyses And The Macrobian Bow
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ONE morn, hard by a slumberous streamlet's wave,
The plane-trees stirless in the unbreathing calm,
And all the lush-red roses drooped in dream,
Lay King Cambyses, idle as a cloud
The Christmas Spirit
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT'S HO for the holly and laughter and kisses,
It "s ho for the mistletoe bough in the hall!
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Tis time I stepped from Horeb to the plain.
Mountains, farewell. I need a heavier air.
Youth's memories are not good for souls in pain,
And each new age has its own meed of care.
When Haizy Clouds Obscure The Night
© Thomas Parnell
When Haizy clouds obscure the night
No more the starrs afford us light
The Last Pity
© Arthur Symons
Now I have seen your face,
My tears are all for you.
Where are the lonely grace,
The pride, the lovely ways I knew?
Winter Cares
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
"Of course, the fire consumes a lot of kindling wood,
When we warm up the house or cook a boiling pot.
Just think what kind of food we'd have to eat each day,
If there were no wood to burn and no helpful fire.
We'd have naught but sodden, sour swill to eat, like swine.
Love Is Best
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Dare all things for Love's sake, since love is best,
Of Fate ask nothing, rather by your deeds
Rebuke it for its niggard ways unblest,
And trust to Love to shield you in your needs.
Miranda's Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Ye elves! when spangled starlight gleams,
That flit beneath the ray,
"Sometimes I wish that I were Helen-fair"
© Lesbia Harford
Sometimes I wish that I were Helen-fair
And wise as Pallas,
That I might have most royal gifts to pour
In love's sweet chalice.
The Drums of Ages
© Henry Lawson
DRUMS of all thats right and wrongof love and hate and scorn,
And the new-born baby hears them and it wails when it is born.
Drums of all that is to be, and all that has gone by,
And we hear them when were dreaming, and we hear them while we die.
Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"A flower, a flower," exclaimed
My German student,-his own eyes full-blown
Bent on her. He was twenty, certainly.
