Love poems
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The Waterfall
© Henry Kendall
THE SONG of the water
Doomed ever to roam,
A beautiful exile,
Afar from its home.
To The Gnat
© Samuel Rogers
When by the green-wood side, at summer eve,
Poetic visions charm my closing eye;
And fairy-scenes, that Fancy loves to weave,
Shift to wild notes of sweetest Minstrelsy;
Seven Laments For The War-Dead
© Yehuda Amichai
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Mr. Beringer, whose son
fell at the Canal that strangers dug
so ships could cross the desert,
crosses my path at Jaffa Gate.
Praeceptor Amat
© Henry Timrod
How little I care
For your favorites, see! they are all of them, look!
On the spot where they fell, and - but here is your book!
To John Forbes, Esq.
© Helen Maria Williams
ON HIS BRINGING ME FLOWERS FROM VAUCLUSE, AND
WHICH HE HAD PRESERVED BY MEANS OF
AN INGENIOUS PROCESS IN THEIR
ORIGINAL BEAUTY.
Now Kind Now Coy Wth How Much Change
© Thomas Parnell
Now kind now coy wth how much change
You feed my fierce desire
Crossing The Tropics
© Herman Melville
While now the Pole Star sinks from sight
The Southern Cross it climbs the sky;
But losing thee, my love, my light,
O bride but for one bridal night,
The loss no rising joys supply.
The Search
© George Herbert
Whither, O, whither art thou fled,
My Lord, my Love?
My searches are my daily bread;
Yet never prove.
Amo, Ergo Sum
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Whatever seemed to reign within my breast,
Ere now, or reigned in the true sovereign's room,
Love has dethroned, strong Love has dispossessed,
Like a glad master come to his own home.
Love is my lord: I call upon his name.
Lines: Written In 'Letters Of An Italian Nun And An English Gentleman'
© George Gordon Byron
'Away, away, your fleeting arts
May now betray some simpler hearts;
And you will smile at their believing,
And they shall weep at your deceiving.'
Oh say not that my heart is cold
© Charles Wolfe
Oh say not that my heart is cold
To aught that once could warm it -
A Christmas Hymn
© Joseph Furphy
The Seraph-song of morning's prime
That hail'd Messiah's birth,
The charter of a coming time
When Love shall rule the earth,
Rings from yon far Judaean hill
To My Heavenly Charmer
© Martha Sansom
My poor expecting Heart beats for thy Breast,
In ev'ry Pulse, and will not let me rest;
Sonnet V.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
ALL loves have frailer roots than loves that start
From one ancestral blood. The friends we find
In youth pass on before us, or behind
Are dropped, or on diverging paths depart,
Love After Sorrow
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Behold, this hour I love, as in the glory of morn.
I too, the accursèd one, whom griefs pursue
Like phantoms through a land of deaths forlorn,
Have felt my heart leap up with courage new.
Toomai of the Elephants
© Rudyard Kipling
I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain-
I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs.
I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane.
I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.
The golden journey
© William Vaughn Moody
All day he drowses by the sail
With dreams of her, and all night long
