Love poems
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Second Sunday After Easter
© John Keble
O for a sculptor's hand,
That thou might'st take thy stand,
Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze,
Thy tranced yet open gaze
Fixed on the desert haze,
As one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees.
The National Paintings
© Joseph Rodman Drake
Awake,ye forms of verse divine!
Painting! descend on canvas wing,
A Letter from a Candidate for the Presidency
© James Russell Lowell
Dear Sir-You wish to know my notions
On sartin pints thet rile the land;
The Gleaners.
© Robert Crawford
They sang, that were the young world's gleaners,
Like birds on a bough,
Reaping the first-fruits of love's sowing;
The reapers now
I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill
© John Keats
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,
The air was cooling, and so very still,
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride
Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,
Quatrains Of Life
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?
Arise, O Gardener
© Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor
Arise, O Gardener! And usher in the glory of a new spring.
Create conditions for 'bulbuls' (a type of bird) to
Hover over full-blown roses.
The Torrent
© Mathilde Blind
OH torrent, roaring in thy giant fall,
And thund'ring grandly o'er th' opposing blocks,
The Blessed Day
© Louisa May Alcott
"What shall little children bring
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day?
Art
© Alfred Noyes
Yes! Beauty still rebels!
Our dreams like clouds disperse:
She dwells
In agate, marble, verse.
Sonnet. "If in thy heart the spring of joy remains"
© Frances Anne Kemble
If in thy heart the spring of joy remains,
All beauteous things, being reflected there,
The Ladys Lament
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Never happy any more!
Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,
Ad Finem
© Heinrich Heine
The years they come and go,
The races drop in the grave,
Yet never the love doth so
Which here in my heart I have.
Words
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Words, breathing words, full--murmuring syllables!
How you enrich the thoughts that dwell in you
With far--brought perfume, that no meaning tells
Yet stirs the mind to flower in thoughts anew!
Again and Again
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
Italy : 46. Sorrento
© Samuel Rogers
He who sets sail from Naples, when the wind
Blows fragrance from Posilipo, may soon,
Crossing from side to side that beautiful lake,
Land underneath the cliff, where once among
Book Of Contemplation - Suleika
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE mirror tells me, I am fair!
Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.
On Receiving A Curious Shell
© John Keats
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem
Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain?
Bright as the humming-bird's green diadem,
When it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a fountain?
