Love poems
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The Dance Of The Seven Sins
© Arthur Symons
THE STAGE-MANAGER
It is. Each morning that decays
To midnight ends the world as well,
For the world's day, as that farewell
When, at the ultimate judgment-Stroke,
Heaven too shall vanish in pale smoke.
Twickenham Garden
© John Donne
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
A Convict's Lament on the Death of Captain Logan
© Anonymous
I am a native of the land of Erin,
and lately banished from that lovely shore;
I left behind my aged parents
Ifs
© Caroline Norton
OH! if the winds could whisper what they hear,
When murmuring round at sunset through the grove;
The Crane is My Neighbour
© John Shaw Neilson
The bird is my neighbour, a whimsical fellow and dim;
There is in the lake a nobility falling on him.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 9
© Joel Barlow
Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,
Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.
A Vision upon the Fairy Queen
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay,
Within that temple where the vestal flame
Rachel
© Anna Akhmatova
When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,
He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer.
The herds were raising hot dust to the skies,
The little well's mouth was covered by a boulder.
He rolled the old boulder away from the well
And watered the flock with clean water himself.
What We All Think
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THAT age was older once than now,
In spite of locks untimely shed,
Or silvered on the youthful brow;
That babes make love and children wed.
A New Song to an Old Tune - From Victor Hugo
© Robert Fuller Murray
If a pleasant lawn there grow
By the showers caressed,
Joy's City
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Joy's City hath high battlements of gold;
Joy's City hath her streets of gem-wrought flow'rs;
She hath her palaces high reared and bold,
And tender shades of perfumed lily bowers;
But ever day by day, and ever night by night,
An Angel measures still our City of Delight.
Epitaph On A Jacobite
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
To my true king I offered free from stain
Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
On Landing At Ostend
© William Lisle Bowles
The orient beam illumes the parting oar;--
From yonder azure track, emerging white,
Hymn. To Light
© Abraham Cowley
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come
From the old Negro's darksome womb!
Which, when it saw the lovely child,
The melancholy mass put on kind looks and smiled,
To
© Charles Harpur
LONG ere I knew theeyears of loveless days
A Shape would gather from my dreams and pour
The soul-sweet influence of its gentle gaze
Into my being, thrilling it to the core,
Then would I wake, with lonely heart to pine
For that nocturnal image:it was thine!
Wind-Jammer's Song (1845 Clipper Days)
© Harry Kemp
All hands on deck, below there!
The storm is coming soon,
The clouds tramp on in panic
Across the swirling moon.
