Love poems
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The Shallow Heart!
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I!
Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rill
That froths o'er pebbles: grief, true grief is still,
Deathfully solemn as eternity
Capital Punishment
© Edgar Albert Guest
PROUD is the state of its millions of men,
And proud is the state of its name;
Idyll XI. The Giant's Wooing
© Theocritus
"The blame's my mother's; she is false to me;
Spake thee ne'er yet one sweet word for my sake,
Though day by day she sees me pine and pine.
I'll feign strange throbbings in my head and feet
To anguish her--as I am anguished now."
The New Year
© Madison Julius Cawein
Lift up thy torch, O Year, and let us see
What Destiny
Hath made thee heir to at nativity!
Fragment: "Amor Aeternus"
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Wealth and dominion fade into the mass
Of the great sea of human right and wrong,
When once from our possession they must pass;
But love, though misdirected, is among
The things which are immortal, and surpass
All that frail stuff which will be--or which was.
My Friend has fled
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
In the clear dawn, before the east was red,
Before the rose had torn her veil in two,
A nightingale through Hafiz' garden flew,
Stayed but to fill its song with tears, and fled.
On The Death of Leopold: King of The Belgians
© Charles Kingsley
A King is dead! Another master mind
Is summoned from the world-wide council hall.
Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind-
To read the mystic writing on the wall!
When The Gloom Is On The Glen
© William Makepeace Thackeray
When the moonlight's on the mountain
And the gloom is on the glen,
The Burial Of Moses
© Cecil Frances Alexander
By Nebo's lonely mountain,
On this side Jordan's wave,
Olney Hymn 42: Self-Acquaintance
© William Cowper
Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart,
Which of itself complains,
And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
The evil it contains.
They Lived Enamoured of the Lovely Moon
© Trumbull Stickney
They lived enamoured of the lovely moon,
The dawn and twilight on their gentle lake.
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book I - Astra Darsana (The Tournament)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The scene of the Epic is the ancient kingdom of the Kurus which
flourished along the upper course of the Ganges; and the historical
fact on which the Epic is based is a great war which took place
between the Kurus and a neighbouring tribe, the Panchalas, in the
thirteenth or fourteenth century before Christ.
Sonnet XVI: And Yet, Because Thou
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
An Invitation
© James Russell Lowell
Nine years have slipt like hour-glass sand
From life's still-emptying globe away,
Since last, dear friend, I clasped your hand,
And stood upon the impoverished land,
Watching the steamer down the bay.
Paradise Regain'd : Book IV.
© John Milton
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
To Thomas Woolner
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
First Snow, February
WOOLNER, to-night it snows for the first time.
Berthas Eyes
© Charles Baudelaire
You can scorn more illustrious eyes,
sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flight
something as good or as tender as night.
Turn to mine your charmed shadows, sweet eyes!
Dirge For The Year
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,
Come and sigh, come and weep!
Merry Hours, smile instead,
Hellvellyn
© Sir Walter Scott
I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn,
Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide;
