Love poems
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A Christmas Carol
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
The shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
Where the Virgin-Mother lay:
The Hunter's Indian Dove
© Charles Harpur
O then, by the artless tears that rise
Neath the downcast lids of her gleaming eyes
By the truthfully tender and touching grace
That boding passion then lends to her face
I swear, in the very wild spirit of love,
Never to leave her, my Indian dove!
The Burgomeister's Well
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
A peaceful spot, a little street,
So still between the double roar
A Mother's Loss.
© Robert Crawford
When I did name her little lost one, she
Brushed from her eyes the precious drops of love,
As if her memory with his sweet name shaken
Trembled, and shed its dew.
The World
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE World is older than our earliest dates;
All thoughts, all feelings, all desires, all fates,
Were known and tested, long ere Adam's crime
Set the keen sword of flame at Eden-gates!
The Thraldom
© Abraham Cowley
I came, I saw, and was undone;
Lightning did through my bones and marrow run;
A pointed pain pierc'd deep my heart;
A swift cold trembling seiz'd on every part;
My head turn'd round, nor could it bear
The poison that was enter'd there.
Bill the Bullock-Driver
© Henry Kendall
The singers that sweeten all time with their song
Pure voices that make us forget
Humanitys drama of marvellous wrong
To Bill are as mysteries yet.
The Ballad of Bouillabaisse
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A street there is in Paris famous,
For which no rhyme our language yields,
Moonlight
© John Crowe Ransom
HE feigned a fine indifference
To be so prodigal of light,
Knowing his piteous twisted things
Would lose the crooked marks of spite
When only moonbeams fit the dusk
And made his wicked world seem right.
The Day of The Lord
© Charles Kingsley
The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:
Its storms roll up the sky:
Lines Written In A Blank Leaf Of The Prometheus Unbound
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Write it in gold - a Spirit of the sun,
An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts,
Through The Valley
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
As I came through the Valley of Despair,
As I came through the valley, on my sight,
Pos de chantar
© Duke of Aquintane Guilluame IX
Pos de chantar m'es pres talentz,
Farai un vers don sui dolenz:
Mais non serai obedienz,
En Peitau ni en Lemozi. Translation:
Diplomacy
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
TELL your love where the roses blow,
And the hearts of the lilies quiver,
Outward Bound
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men,
The land we sowed,
The hearth that glowed---
O Mother, must we bid farewell to thee?
Fast dawns the last dawn, and what shall comfort then
The lonely hearts that roam the outer sea?
Pompeii
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
A Poem Which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, July 1819.
Oh! land to Memory and to Freedom dear,
Pillared Arch And Sculptured Tower
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Pillared arch and sculptured tower
Of Ilium have had their hour;
The Angel that presided o'er my birth
© William Blake
The Angel that presided o'er my birth
Said, "Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,
"Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth."
To Giovanni Battista Manso, Marquis of Villa. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
These verses also to thy praise the Nine
Oh Manso! happy in that theme design,
