Love poems
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"When Lovely Woman"
© Cary Phoebe
When lovely woman wants a favor, And finds, too late, that man won't bend,What earthly circumstance can save her From disappointment in the end?
The Annoyer
© Cary Phoebe
"Common as light is love. And its familiar voice wearies not ever." Shelley.
Happy Animal
© Caple Natalee
Green birds love tinselAnd red birds love silkGold birds love liquorAnd blue birds love milk
A Wife’s Protest
© Ada Cambridge
##. From child to girl I grew,And thought no thought, and heard no word That was not pure and true.
The Physical Conscience
© Ada Cambridge
The moral conscience -- court of last appeal -- Our word of God -- our Heaven-sent light and guide -- From what high aims it lures our steps aside!To what immoral deeds it sets its seal!That beacon lamp has lost its sacred fire; That pilot-guide, compelling wind and wave, By slow, blind process, has become the slaveOf all-compelling custom and desire
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: Canto the Third
© George Gordon Byron
I Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smil'd, And then we parted--not as now we part, But with a hope
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: Canto the Fourth
© George Gordon Byron
I A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles,Where Venice sate in state, thron'd on her hundred isles!
II Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was; her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers
And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair
© George Gordon Byron
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth;And form so soft, and charms so rare, Too soon return'd to Earth!Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth,There is an eye which could not brookA moment on that grave to look
Why didn't Ya Say so Before
© Burke Johnny
One night feelin' gay sure I went to a play,Fell in love with a girl in the pit
Loss of the S.S. Regulus
© Burke Johnny
Ye daring sons of Newfoundland, That fear not storm or seaPlease hearken for a moment And attention give to me,While I explain in language plain, That filled hearts with dismay,Of how the Regulus got lost In Petty Harbor Bay
