Love poems
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Castro Alves From Brazil
© Pablo Neruda
Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?
Did you sing for the flower? For the water
whose beauty whispered words to the stones?
Did you sing to the eyes, to the torn profile
of the woman you once loved? For the spring?
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet VIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And so it was that, sitting ever thus
Dumb to all speech of those that knew her woe
And bare with her sole sorrow in the house,
And ever watching with sad eyes below
Sonnet XX. To The Countess Od A----
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on the anniversary of her marriage.
ON this blest day may no dark cloud, or shower,
With envious shade the Sun's bright influence hide!
But all his rays illume the favour'd hour,
Chorus from 'Atalanta'
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
WHEN the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Sonnett - XIII
© James Russell Lowell
Beloved, in the noisy city here,
The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;
A Ballad Of Nursery Rhyme
© Robert Graves
Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.
Song #2.
© Robert Crawford
Have I not touched thy spirit?
Have I not heard it sing?
And can my love inherit
A purer, sweeter thing?
A Song Of Trafalgar
© Edith Nesbit
LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star,
War gleams down the long years' track;
Forbidden Speech
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The passion you forbade my lips to utter
Will not be silenced. You must hear it in
The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter:
And when the tempest nears, with wail and din,
I know your calm forgetfulness is broken,
And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken."
To Eva
© Joseph Rodman Drake
A BEAM upon the myrtle fell
From dewy evening's purest sky,
'Twas like the glance I love so well,
Dear Eva, from thy moonlight eye.
At The Fall Of An Age
© Robinson Jeffers
(The story of Achilles rising from the dead for love of Helen
is well enough known. That of Polyxo's vengeance may be less
Regret For The Departure Of Friends
© George Moses Horton
As smoke from a volcano soars in the air,
The soul of man discontent mounts from a sigh,
Exhaled as to heaven in mystical prayer,
Invoking that love which forbids him to die.
The Lord of the Isles: Canto IV.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Stranger! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced
The Things
© Conrad Aiken
The house in Broad Street, red brick, with nine rooms
the weedgrown graveyard with its rows of tombs
the jail from which imprisoned faces grinned
at stiff palmettos flashing in the wind
Hes Gone to England for a Wife
© Henry Lawson
HES GONE to England for a wife
Among the ladies there;
The Three Fates
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Up in the cave of the wind
Bent with their difficult years
In mocking laughter they sit,
Old Distaff, Spindle, and Shears.
A Parson's Letter To A Young Poet
© Jean Ingelow
They said: "We, rich by him, are rich by more;
One Aeschylus found watchfires on a hill
That lit Old Night's three daughters to their work;
When the forlorn Fate leaned to their red light
And sat a-spinning, to her feet he came
And marked her till she span off all her thread.
Ζωές (Lives)
© Kostas Karyotakis
And so they go and die the same way they live.
I speak of lives given to the light
of serene love, and while they flow
like streams, they keep that light inside
