Love poems
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The Shakedown on the Floor
© Henry Lawson
Set me back for twenty summers
For Im tired of cities now
The Vision Of Echard
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Benedictine Echard
Sat by the wayside well,
Where Marsberg sees the bridal
Of the Sarre and the Moselle.
Summer In England, 1914
© Alice Meynell
On London fell a clearer light;
Caressing pencils of the sun
Defined the distances, the white
Houses transfigured one by one,
The 'long, unlovely street' impearled.
O what a sky has walked the world!
The Old M en
© Rudyard Kipling
This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end
Then we outlive the impatient years and the much too patient friend:
And because we know we have breath in our mouth and think we have thoughts enough in our head,
We shall assume that we are alive, whereas we are really dead.
A Book of Dreams: Part II
© George MacDonald
A great church in an empty square,
A place of echoing tones;
Feet pass not oft enough to wear
The grass between the stones.
O, This Is Blessing, This Is Rest
© Anna Laetitia Waring
O, this is blessing, this is rest
Unto Thine arms, O Lord, I flee:
A Postscript unto the Reader
© Michael Wigglesworth
And now good Reader, I return again
To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain
Coronation Poem And Prayer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The world has crowned a thousand kings:
But destiny has kept
What Though I Cannot Break My Chain
© Augustus Montague Toplady
What though I cannot break my chain
Or eer throw off my load,
The things impossible to men
Are possible to God.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV A Riddle Solved
Kind souls, you wonder why, love you,
When you, you wonder why, love none.
We love, Fool, for the good we do,
Not that which unto us is done!
On Love And Beauty: I: To A Promessa Sposa
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Look on this flower, which, from its little tree
Of bodily stem and branches and leaves green,
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 05:
© Conrad Aiken
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops,
Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass.
A flock of pigeons rises with blue wings flashing,
Rises with whistle of wings, hovers an instant,
And settles slowly again on the tarnished grass.
Love knocks At The Door
© John Hall Wheelock
In the pain, in the loneliness of love,
To the heart of my sweet I fled.
I knocked at the door of her living heart,
"Let in - let in -" I said.
Rich And Poor
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Hill and valley and mead and plain
Are all her own, with their wealth of grain.
Hymn 117
© Isaac Watts
Behold the potter and the clay,
He forms his vessels as he please:
Such is our God, and such are we,
The subjects of his high decrees.
Shell-Music
© Roderic Quinn
YOU with the shell to your ear,
What do you hear,
Slim and so white
In the moonlight?
