Love poems
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I Never Saw Youe, Madam, Laye Aparte
© Henry Howard
I never saw youe, madam, laye aparte
Your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate
To My Country
© Mikhail Lermontov
With love of my own race I cling unto my country,
Whatever dubious reason may protesting cry;
The shame alone of all her blood bought glory,
Her haughty self-assurance, conscious pride,
And the ancestral faith's traditions dark,
With woe have penetrated all my heart.
Sonnett IX
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ENOUGH, this glimpse of splendor wed to shame;
Enough this gilded misery, this bright woe.
Pause, genial wind! that even here dost blow
Thy cheerful clarion; and from dust and flame
Little Bo-Peep
© George MacDonald
Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,
And will not know where to find them;
They are over the height and out of sight,
Trailing their tails behind them!
An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie
© Edmund Spenser
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?
What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?
Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre,
On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess
© Rupert Brooke
(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
She was lustful and lewd? - but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.
Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca
© John Keats
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
General Grant -- The Hero Of The War
© George Moses Horton
Brave Grant, thou hero of the war,
Thou art the emblem of the morning star,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 08
© Torquato Tasso
XCIX
"Thou must," quoth she, "be mine ambassador,
Milestones
© Alice Guerin Crist
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,
Gliding figures, footsteps light,
Sunflower by Frank Steele: American Life in Poetry #176 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Hearts and flowers, that's how some people dismiss poetry, suggesting that's all there is to it, just a bunch of sappy poets weeping over love and beauty. Well, poetry is lots more than that. At times it's a means of honoring the simple things about us. To illustrate the care with which one poet observes a flower, here's Frank Steele, of Kentucky, paying such close attention to a sunflower that he almost gets inside it.
Sunflower
The Armada
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;
I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days,
Songs of the Summer Nights
© George MacDonald
The dreary wind of night is out,
Homeless and wandering slow;
O'er pale seas moaning like a doubt,
It breathes, but will not blow.
Elegy XVII: On His Mistress
© John Donne
By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
Chillingham
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
I
Through the sunny garden
The humming bees are still;
The fir climbs the heather,
The heather climbs the hill.
Astrophel And Stella-Second Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
Have I caught my heav'nly jewel,
Teaching sleep most fair to be?
Now will I teach her that she,
When she wakes, is too, too cruel.
New Love and Old
© Sara Teasdale
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new;
It was ghostly waking
All night thru.
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roys Grave
© William Wordsworth
Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart
And wondrous length and strength of arm:
Nor craved he more to quell his foes,
Or keep his friends from harm.
The Rose
© James Whitcomb Riley
It tossed its head at the wooing breeze;
And the sun, like a bashful swain,
Beamed on it through the waving trees
With a passion all in vain,--
For my rose laughed in a crimson glee,
And hid in the leaves in wait for me.
The Clay
© Jones Very
Thou shalt do what Thou wilt with thine own hand,
Thou form'st the spirit like the moulded clay;
