Love poems
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Written in a Flower Book, of my own Colouring, designed for Lady Plymouth
© William Shenstone
Debitae nymphis opifex coronae.-Hor.
Imitation.
Constructor of the tributary wreath
For rural maids.
Elegy on a Lady, whom Grief for the Death of her Betrothed Killed
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Cloak her in ermine, for the night is cold,
And wrap her warmly, for the night is long;
In pious hands the flaming torches hold,
While her attendants, chosen from among
My Theme
© George Meredith
Of me and of my theme think what thou wilt:
The song of gladness one straight bolt can check.
The Heroins Or Cupid Punishd Transl: From Ausonius.
© Thomas Parnell
In airy fields ye fields of bliss below
Where woods of Myrtle sett by Maro grow
Where grass beneath & shade diffusd above
Refresh the feavour of distracted Love
There at a solemn tide ye Beautys slain
By tender passion act their fates again
To Henry
© Amelia Opie
Think not, while fairer nymphs invite
Thy feet, dear youth, to Pleasure's bowers,
My faded form shall meet thy sight,
And cloud my Henry's smiling hours.
Rimas LXVIII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
No se lo que he sonado
En la noche pasada;
Triste, muy triste debio ser el sueno,
Pues despierto la angustia me duraba.
Oxford Cheese Ode
© James McIntyre
The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.
Ballad
© Amelia Opie
Round youthful Henry's restless bed
His weeping friends and parents pressed;
But she who raised his languid head
He loved far more than all the rest.
An Alliance
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
This is the weird of a world-old folk,
That not till the last link breaks,
Perdition
© Arthur Symons
Why have I never loved? Is it that I am abnormal,
Condemned for my sins, not as some in absurd concavity
In A College Garden
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake,
What ayles thee soe to pyne?
Hymn XXVI: I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb of God
© Charles Wesley
I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood,
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
In The Year That's Come and Gone
© William Ernest Henley
In the year that's come and gone, love, his flying feather
Stooping slowly, gave us heart, and bade us walk together.
In the year that's coming on, though many a troth be broken,
We at least will not forget aught that love hath spoken.
The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night;
The moan of sorrow, and the sigh of fear,
Daniel. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus, dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.
The Legend Of Lady Gertrude
© Ada Cambridge
E'en till the woods and hamlets down below,
And summer meadows, were all broad and clear;
The river, moving statelily and slow,
A crimson ribbon in the sunset glow-
The dim, white, distant city strangely near.
The Hermit
© James Beattie
At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face?
© Francis Quarles
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? Oh, why
Does that eclipsing hand so long deny
The Old Land And The Young Land
© Alfred Austin
The Young Land said, ``I have borne it long,
But can suffer it now no more;
I must end this endless inhuman wrong
Within hail of my own free shore.
So fling out the war-flag's folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!''
