Love poems
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The Lover Urges The Better Thrift
© Alice Meynell
Hide then within my heart, O hide
All thou art loth should go from thee.
Be kinder to thyself and me.
My cupful from this river's tide
Shall never reach the long sad sea.
A Morning Exercise
© William Wordsworth
Through border wilds where naked Indians stray,
Myriads of notes attest her subtle skill;
A feathered task-master cries, "WORK AWAY!"
And, in thy iteration, "WHIP POOR WILL!"
Is heard the spirit of a toil-worn slave,
Lashed out of life, not quiet in the grave.
At The Water's Edge
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow
Two - side by side;
To see the gliding clouds that come and
And mark them glide;
Olney Hymn 22: Prayer For A Blessing In The Young
© William Cowper
Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth
The gift of saving grace;
And let the seed of sacred truth
Fall in a fruitful place.
Achan
© Henry Kendall
I know how it is with the daughter of Jephthah,
(O Ada, my love, and the fairest of women!)
She wails in the time when her heart is so zealous
For God who hath stricken the children of Ammon.
Flirt and Phil
© William Shenstone
A wit, by learning well refined,
A beau, but of the rural kind,
To Sylvia made pretences;
They both profess'd an equal love,
Yet hoped by different means to move
Her judgement of her senses.
Three Memorial Poems
© James Russell Lowell
'Coscienza fusca
O della propria o dell' altrui vergogna
Pur sentira la tua parola brusca.'
Serenade
© Thomas Hood
Ah, sweet, thou little knowest how
I wake and passionate watches keep;
And yet while I address thee now,
Methinks thou smilest in thy sleep.
Evening
© Annie McCarer Darlington
'Tis Evening! soul enchanting hour,
And queenly silence reigns supreme;
A shade is cast o'er lake and bower,
All nature sinks beneath the power
Of sweet oblivion's dream.
The Kindergarten Miss
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little kindergarten miss,
Source of all my joy and bliss,
Records of Romantic Passion
© Charles Harpur
THERES a rare Soul of Poesy which may be
But concentrated by the chastened dreams
The Inward Warfare
© John Newton
Strange and mysterious is my life,
What opposites I feel within!
A stable peace, a constant strife,
The rule of grace, the pow'r of sin:
Too often I am captive led,
Yet daily triumph in my Head.
A Blouse Machinist
© Lesbia Harford
Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blue-black hair,
Her machine's opposite mine
So I can stare
At her pale face and shining blue-black hair.
The Horseman
© William Henry Ogilvie
My song is of the Horseman who woke the world's unrest,
To slake a king's ambition or serve a maid's behest;
Who bore aloft, the love-gage and reaped the rich reward;
Who swayed the purple banner and swung the golden sword!
For a Girl in a Book
© Benjamin Jonson
Kim, composite of all my loves,
less real than most, more real than all;
Youth In Memory
© George Meredith
Days, when the ball of our vision
Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun;
All That Pass By, to Jesus Draw Near
© Charles Wesley
All that pass by, To Jesus draw near,
He utters a cry, Ye sinners, give ear!
From hell to retrieve you He spreads out his hands;
Now, now to receive you, He graciously stands.
Advice To Lovers
© Robert Graves
I knew an old man at a Fair
Who made it his twice-yearly task
To clamber on a cider cask
And cry to all the yokels there:--
Music
© Charles Harpur
Like sunrise when its conquering glow
Smites through the vapours cold,
Till all their ragged inlets flow
With floods of burning gold.
