Love poems
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© Bell Julian Heward
Kiss before we sleepA thousand times again,And love close-guarded keep:Though this night we wakeWith the grey sun's light,Returning dawns will breakWhile we in our long night,Past pleasure or pain,Nor turn nor kiss again
Song from Abdelazar
© Aphra Behn
Love in fantastic triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he shew'd;From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which round about in sport he hurl'd;But 'twas from mine he took desire Enough to undo the amorous world
Lay a garland on my hearse
© John Fletcher
Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew,Maidens, willow branches bear, Say I died true.My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth;Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth.
The Minstrel; or, The Progress of Genius
© James Beattie
THE FIRST BOOK (excerpts) The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar! Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Hath felt the influence of malignant star, And wag'd with Fortune an eternal war! Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote hath pin'd aloneThen dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown!
And yet, the languor of inglorious days Not equally oppressive is to all
To his Friend Master R. L., In Praise of Music and Poetry
© Richard Barnfield
If music and sweet poetry agree,As they must needs (the sister and the brother),Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other
To Mrs. P********, with some Drawings of Birds and Insects
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
The kindred arts to please thee shall conspire,One dip the pencil, and one string the lyre. (Pope)
To Mr. Barbauld, November 14, 1778
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
Come, clear thy studious looks awhile, 'T is arrant treason now To wear that moping brow, When I, thy empress, bid thee smile.
To a Little Invisible Being Who is Expected Soon to Become Visible
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
Germ of new life, whose powers expanding slowFor many a moon their full perfection wait,--Haste, precious pledge of happy love, to goAuspicious borne through life's mysterious gate.
The Rights of Women
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;O born to rule in partial Law's despite,Resume thy native empire o'er the breast!
Dirge: Written November 1808
© Anna Lætitia Barbauld
Pure spirit! O where art thou now! O whisper to my soul!O let some soothing thought of thee, The bitter grief control!
The Mishap
© Aytoun William Edmonstoune
"Why art thou weeping, sister? Why is thy cheek so pale?Look up, dear Jane, and tell me What is it thou dost ail?
The Faking Boy to the Crap is Gone
© Aytoun William Edmonstoune
The faking boy to the crap is gone,At the nubbing-cheat you'll find him;The hempen cord they have girded on,And his elbows pinned behind him
Western Wind, When will thou Blow?
© Anonymous
Western wind, when will thou blow?The small rain down can rain.Christ, if my love were in my arms,And I in my bed again!
Waly, Waly
© Anonymous
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae!I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree,But first it bow'd and syne it brak',-- Sae my true love did lichtlie me
The Twa Sisters o' Binnorie
© Anonymous
There were twa sisters sat in a bow'r; (Binnorie, O Binnorie!)A knight cam' there, a noble wooer, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie.
Tom Tyler and his Wife
© Anonymous
I am a poor tiler in simple array,And get a poor living, but eightpence a day,My wife as I get it, doth spend it away; And I cannot help it, she saith; wot we why? For wedding and hanging is destiny.
The Time When I First Fell in Love
© Anonymous
The time when first I fell in love, Which now I must lament;The year wherein I lost such time To compass my content.
There is a Tavern in the Town
© Anonymous
There is a tavern in the town, in the town,And there my true love sits him down, sits him down,And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,And never, never thinks of me.
A Taking Girl
© Anonymous
She took my hand in sheltered nooks,She took my candy and my books,She took the lustrous wrap of fur,She took those gloves I bought for her