Love poems
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Ode to Indolence
© William Shenstone
Ah! why for ever on the wing
Persists my wearied soul to roam?
Why, ever cheated, strives to bring
Or pleasure or contentment home?
Eclogue
© John Crowe Ransom
JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,
Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ring
To run as boys and girls do in the grass
At that time leap and hollo and skip and sing
Came easily to pass.
A Portrait.
© Arthur Henry Adams
HER glance is equable, serene;
She looks at life with level brow;
She strides through circumstance a queen!
To compromise she cannot bow
Dear Heart
© James Joyce
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful - - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Sonnet IV. To Charles Diodati. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Charles--and I say it wond'ring--thou must know
That I who once assum'd a scornful air,
Dreams
© Sara Teasdale
I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all-
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.
Sonnet VIII: Love's Lovers
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,
And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play
Sonnet: On The Death Of Prince Henry
© George Wither
Methought his royal person did foretell
A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear;
The Trout Map
© Allen Tate
The Management Area of Cherokee
National Forest, interested in fish,
Has mapped Tellico and Bald Rivers
And North River, with the tributaries
Brookshire Branch and Sugar Cove Creek:
A fishy map for facile fishery
My Love.
© Arthur Henry Adams
SHE has tender eyes that tell
All her prim, set lips suppress
Daring thoughts that ever dwell
Prisoned in her bashfulness;
The Princess (part 5)
© Alfred Tennyson
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'
"We climbed that hill"
© Lesbia Harford
We climbed that hill,
The road flushed red in pride
At being beauty's boundary. Either side
Stretched beauty, beauty ever, beauty still.
Night Song Of A Wandering Shepherd In Asia
© Giacomo Leopardi
What doest thou in heaven, O moon?
Say, silent moon, what doest thou?
On Receiving An Eagle's Quill From Lake Superior
© John Greenleaf Whittier
All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain,
Like shadows on the winter sky,
Like frost upon the pane;
The End Of Fear
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon,
Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed,
Yet I go singing through that land oppressed
As one that singeth through the flowers of June.
'Where Art Thou Come?'
© Francis Thompson
'Friend, whereto art thou come?' Thus Verity;
Of each that to the world's sad Olivet
