Love poems
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Upon A Venerable Rival
© William Cowper
Full thirty frosts since thou wert young
Have chilled the withered grove,
Thou wretch! and hast thou lived so long,
Nor yet forgot to love?
Winter
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Now that the earth has hid her lovely brood
Of green things in her breast safe out of sight,
Sweet William's Ghost
© Thomas Percy
There came a ghost to Margaret's door,
With many a grievous grone,
And ay he tirled at the pin;
But answer made she none.
In Remembrance Of Joseph Sturge
© John Greenleaf Whittier
In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,
Across the charmed bay
Whose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountains
Perpetual holiday,
Sonnets of the Empire:Australia, 1902
© Archibald Thomas Strong
Yet tis not calm that builds the hero breed,
High hearts are tempered neath a stormy star,
Through want and danger doth the soul increase,
Stern rings the clarion voice of Angel Need
To bid thee vanquish self, and gaze afar
And save thy soul alive from Harlot Peace.
Methought I Saw The Footsteps Of A Throne
© William Wordsworth
METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps of a throne
Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud--
Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed;
But all the steps and ground about were strown
Loves Caprices
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
COME, sweetheart, hear me! I have loved thee well,
God knoweth. Through all these years my holiest thoughts,
Like those pure doves nurtured in antique temples,
Have fluttered ever round thine image fair,
Stanzas From Calderon's Cisma De Inglaterra
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Hast thou not seen, officious with delight,
Move through the illumined air about the flower
The Bee, that fears to drink its purple light,
Long Meter
© Eugene Field
All human joys are swift of wing
For heaven doth so allot it
That when you get an easy thing
You find you haven't got it.
Jenifer's Love
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Small is my secret-let it pass-
Small in your life the share I had,
Who sat beside you in the class,
Awed by the bright superior lad:
Whom yet with hot and eager face
I prompted when he missed his place.
"Florence kneels down to say her prayers"
© Lesbia Harford
Florence kneels down to say her prayers
At night.
I wonder what she says and why she cares
To pray at night.
Inscriptions: IV: O Youths And Virgins
© Mark Akenside
O youths and virgins: o declining eld:
O pale misfortune's slaves: o ye who dwell
A day 8 Years Ago (At bachar ager Ekadin)
© Jibanananda Das
It was heard
They took him to the morgue.
Last night in the February dark
When the crescent moon, five days toward full, had set
He'd had the urge to die.
Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,
Invitation: to Fabullus
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Youll dine well, in a few days, with me,
if the gods are kind to you, my dear Fabullus,
Confessional
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Search thou my heart;
If there be guile,
It shall depart
Before thy smile.
The Borough. Letter III: The Vicar--The Curate
© George Crabbe
THE VICAR.
WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,
To G. M. T.
© George MacDonald
The sun is sinking in the west,
Long grow the shadows dim;
Have patience, sister, to be blest,
Wait patiently for Him.
