Love poems
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Sonnet XCVII: A Superscription
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
A Wreath Of Sonnets (10/14)
© France Preseren
Frail growth these blossoms had, so sad and few:
As when on some warm February day
An early rose unfolds her petals gay,
Enjoying for a space the sun anew,
Marguerite
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
She was a child of gentlest air,
Of deep-dark eyes, but golden hair,
And, ah! I loved her unaware,
Marguerite!
The Sensible Romance Of Mildred
© Edgar Albert Guest
MILDRED McGee was a beautiful blond,
As fair as peroxide could make her.
Her Last Letter: Being a Reply to 'His Answer'
© Francis Bret Harte
June 4th! Do you know what that date means?
June 4th! By this air and these pines!
Dorchester Amphitheatre .
© John Kenyon
By Rome's old amphitheatre I stood,
Still pretty perfect, on the Weymouth road,
Bellambi's Maid
© Henry Kendall
Amongst the thunder-splintered caves
On Ocean's long and windy shore,
The Sylph Of Summer
© William Lisle Bowles
God said, Let there be light, and there was light!
At once the glorious sun, at his command,
Untimely Lost Oliver Madox Brown Born 1855; Died 1874
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
UPON the landscape of his coming life
A youth high-gifted gazed, and found it fair:
The Iron Age
© Madison Julius Cawein
And these are Christians!--God! the horror of it--
How long, O Lord! how long, O Lord! how long
Wilt Thou endure this crime? and there, above it,
Look down on Earth nor sweep away the wrong!
Song
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
O STAY, Madonna! stay;
'Tis not the dawn of day
That marks the skies with yonder opal streak:
The stars in silence shine;
Then press thy lips to mine,
And rest upon my neck thy fervid cheek.
The Window
© Arthur Symons
Looking through a narrow window day by day
They behold the world go by on holiday;
Maid to man repeating Love me while you may
All go by them, none returns to them: they stay.
Separation
© Robert Laurence Binyon
We parted at golden dawn.
I feasted my last on her eyes,
And journeyed, journeyed alone:
Mountains and cities and skies
Beautiful Rose
© Henry Clay Work
Beautiful Rose! lovely Rose!
Pride of the prairie bower!
Everybody loves her-everybody knows
She is the fairest flower.
The Treasure
© Sara Teasdale
WHEN they see my songs
They will sigh and say,
"Poor soul, wistful soul,
Lonely night and day."
Circe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.
To L —
© Lord Alfred Douglas
In silent acres of forgetful flowers,
Crowned as of old with happy daffodils,
Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying,
Alas! it has chanced now on sombre hours
Of hard remembrances and sad delaying,
Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills
Sonnet 64: "When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd..."
© William Shakespeare
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
Grown And Flown
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I loved my love from green of Spring
Until sere Autumn's fall;
But now that leaves are withering
How should one love at all?
One heart's too small
For hunger, cold, love, everything.
The Camp-Fires Of My Friend
© Henry Van Dyke
Thou hast taken me into thy tent of the world, O God,
Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter,
Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest.
