Love poems
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The Missed Train
© Thomas Hardy
How I was caught
Hieing home, after days of allure,
And driven to an innsmall, obscure
At the junction, fret-fraught!
Lines Written At Belvoir Castle, 1883
© Frances Anne Kemble
Two things remain unalter'd in this place,
Tho' since I came here forty years are told
The smiling loveliness of Nature's face,
And the fine spirit of kindly, courteous grace,
That still presides here as it did of yore.
Marie Louise
© William Henry Drummond
Dis was de story of boy an' girl
Dat 's love each oder above de worl'
But it 's not easy job for mak' l'amour
W'en de girl she 's riche an' de boy he 's poor
All de sam' he don't worry an' she don't cry,
But wait for good chances come bimedy.
To Lucasta, On Going To The Wars
© Richard Lovelace
TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
Character Of The Happy Warrior
© William Wordsworth
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
-It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Condemned
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And last the gaol.--What stillness in these doors!
The silent turnkeys their last bolts have shot,
And their steps die in the long corridors.
I am alone. My tears run fast and hot.
Dear Lord, for Thy grief's sake I kiss these floors
Kneeling; then turn to sleep, dreams trouble not.
The Crowded Street
© William Cullen Bryant
Let me move slowly through the street,
Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
The murmuring walks like autumn rain.
From The Trenches
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
OH, to be in Canada now that Spring is merry,
Happy apple blossoms gay against the smiling green;
Here the lilac's purple plume and here the pink of cherry,
Hillsides just a drift of bloom with clover in between!
Patriotism
© Robert Fuller Murray
There was a time when it was counted high
To be a patriot-whether by the zeal
Of peaceful labour for the country's weal,
Or by the courage in her cause to die:
The Squatters Daughter
© Henry Lawson
OUT in the west, where runs are wide,
And days than ours are hotter,
Not very far from Lachlan Side
There dwelt a wealthy squatter.
Alains Choice
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
By the side of a silvery streamlet,
That flowed through meadows green,
Art and Heart
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it,
And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.
Margrave
© Robinson Jeffers
But who is our judge? It is likely the enormous
Beauty of the world requires for completion our ghostly increment,
It has to dream, and dream badly, a moment of its night.
Child's Talk In April
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I wish you were a pleasant wren,
And I your small accepted mate;
How we'd look down on toilsome men!
We'd rise and go to bed at eight
Or it may be not quite so late.
Ode On A Nearer Prospect Of Summer Hill
© Richard Harris Barham
O Summer Hill! if thou wert mine,
I'd order in a pipe of wine,
Oracion por Antonio Machado (With English Translation)
© Rubén Dario
Oracion por Antonio Machado
Misterioso y silencioso
Before, Behind, And Beyond
© Alfred Austin
O the sunny days before us, before us, before us,
When all was bright
Almer Mater
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Know you her secret none can utter?
Hers of the Book, the tripled Crown?
