Love poems
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Gipsy Mothers Song
© Arthur Symons
I gather the crackling sticks in the wood,
And I roast the hedgehog over the fire;
My little one shall have dainty food,
As much as her little heart can desire.
Songs Set To Music: 2. Set By Mr. Purcell
© Matthew Prior
Whither would my passion run?
Shall I fly her, or pursue her?
Losing her I am undone,
Yet would not gain her to undo her.
Italy : 41. An Adventure
© Samuel Rogers
Three days they lay in ambush at my gate,
Then sprung and led me captive. Many a wild
We traversed; but Rusconi, 'twas no less,
Marched by my side, and, when I thirsted, climbed
Ich Hatt' Einen Kameraden (I Had A Comrade)
© Johann Ludwig Uhland
Ich hatt' einen Kameraden,
Einen bessern findst du nit.
Die Trommel schlug zum Streite,
Er ging an meiner Seite
In gleichem Schritt und Tritt.
Beloved
© Govinda Krishna Chettur
You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy
And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes.
My Heritage
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I into life so full of love was sent
That all the shadows which fall on the way
Of every human being could not stay,
But fled before the light my spirit lent.
While Yet These Tears
© Louise Labe
While yet these tears have power to flow
For hours for ever past away;
Written At Sea
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What is my quarrel with thee, beautiful sea,
That thus I cannot love thy waves or thee,
Or hear thy voice but it tormenteth me?
Language
© Nizar Qabbani
When a man is in love
how can he use old words?
Should a woman
desiring her lover
lie down with
grammarians and linguists?
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
© Mirabai
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
O my parents, I have searched the world
Sonnet 97: Dian, That Fain Would Cheer
© Sir Philip Sidney
Dian, that fain would cheer her friend the Night,
Shows her oft at the full her fairest race,
Bringing with her those starry nymphs, whose chase
From heav'nly standing hits each mortal wight.
Olney Hymn 6: Wisdom
© William Cowper
"Ere God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills;
"Now all the lovely days are past"
© Lesbia Harford
Now all the lovely days are past,
The hours of sun and leagues of sea,
And starry nights that lay between
Yourself and me.
Florence
© Alfred Austin
City acclaimed from far-off days
Fair, and baptized in field of flowers,
Once more I scan, with eager gaze,
Your soaring domes, your storied towers.
In February
© George MacDonald
Now in the dark of February rains,
Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born,
The earthy fields are full of hidden corn,
And March's violets bud along the lanes;
The Mothers Last Watch
© Caroline Norton
Written on the occasion of the death of the infant daughter of Her Grace the Duchess of Sutherland.
I.
HARK, through the proudly decorated halls,
How strangely sounds the voice of bitter woe,
Ralph Waldo Emerson
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,
Into the unknown firmament withdrawn
Beyond the mists and shadows of the night,
We mourn the friend and teacher who has gone.
The Ideal Husband To His Wife
© Sam Walter Foss
We've lived for forty years, dear wife,
And walked together side by side,
I want to Talk to Thee
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I want to talk to thee of many things
Or sit in silence when the robin sings
His littl' song, when comes the winter bleak,
I want to sit beside thee, cheek by cheek.
