Love poems
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The Bell-Founder Part III - Vicissitude And Rest
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of fresh
streams,
When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of such
loveliness beams,
A Dream Of Heaven
© Alice Guerin Crist
They tell of harps and golden crowns, and singing,
But oh, I think, when ends the strife and pain,
That our dear Lord will lead the souls that love Him
Where are green grass and trees, and soft spring rain;
The 'Sad Ditty' Born Of The Story Of Isabella
© John Payne
I planted it with majoram about,
When May was blithe and new;
Yea, thrice I watered it, week in, week out,
And watched how well it grew:
But now, for sure, away from me 'tis ta'en.
Women
© Margaret Widdemer
YOU fret and grieve and turn about
To make this world and living out,
With "This is so" and "That is so"
Ah, sirs, we learned it long ago!
To A Friend, With An Unfinished Poem
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme
Elaborate and swelling; yet the heart
Not owns it. From thy spirit-breathing powers
I ask not now, my friend! the aiding verse
Rocking the Baby
© Anonymous
I hear her rocking the baby--
Her room is next to mine--
And I fancy I feel the dimpled arms
That round her neck entwine,
As she rocks and rocks the baby,
In the room just next to mine.
Psalm Of The West
© Sidney Lanier
Master, Master, break this ban:
The wave lacks Thee.
Oh, is it not to widen man
Stretches the sea?
Oh, must the sea-bird's idle van
Alone be free?
Epitaph II
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He woo'd and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showed him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.
An Old Love
© Carolyn Wells
Priscilla, Auntie's promised me
A brand-new Paris doll;
And though I love you, yet you see
I cannot keep you all.
The Brothers: By A Scotch Bard And English Reviewer
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I AM two brothers with one face,
So which is the real man who can trace?
On Landor's "Hellenics"
© William Watson
Come hither, who grow cloyed to surfeiting
With lyric draughts o'ersweet, from rills that rise
An Irregular Ode, After Sickness
© William Shenstone
-Melius, bunny venerit ipsa, canemus.-Virg.
Imitation.
His wish'd-for presence will improve the song.
To My Good Friend W. T. H. Howe
© Madison Julius Cawein
Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common,
The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction;
In the Depths of a Forest
© Henry Kendall
Oh! well may the winds with a saddening moan
Go fitfully over the branches so dreary;
And well may I kneel by the time-shattered stone,
And rejoice that a rest has been found for the weary.
Italy : 30. Rome
© Samuel Rogers
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning-ray
Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,
Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me?
And from within a thrilling voice replies,
The Road to Avernus Scene VII: Two Exhortations
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Surely, in the great beginning God made all things good, and still
That soul-sickness men call sinning entered not without His will.
Nay, our wisest have asserted that, as shade enhances light,
Evil is but good perverted, wrong is but the foil of right.
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
© George Gordon Byron
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze--
A funeral pile.
The Wanderer's Lament
© Arthur Symons
Why am I fettered with eternal change?
I follow after changeless love, and find
The Victories Of Love. Book II
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
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From Lady Clitheroe To Mary Churchill
