Love poems
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Ballades II - Of The Book-Hunter
© Andrew Lang
Prince, all the things that tease and please,
Fame, hope, wealth, kisses, cheers, and tears,
What are they but such toys as these,
Aldines, Bodonis, Elzevirs?
Deep In The Forest
© Madison Julius Cawein
Ah, shall I follow, on the hills,
The Spring, as wild wings follow?
Where wild-plum trees make wan the hills,
Crabapple trees the hollow,
Haunts of the bee and swallow?
Pastoral
© Allen Tate
The enquiring fields, courtesies
And tribulations of the air-
Be still and give them peace:
Life
© Emile Verhaeren
To see beauty in all, is to lift our own Soul
Up to loftier heights than do chose who aspire
Through culpable suffering, vanquished desire.
Harsh Reality, dread and ineffable Whole,
Distils her red draught, enough tonic and stern
To intoxicate heads and to make the heart burn.
Sun And Flesh (Credo In Unam)
© Arthur Rimbaud
The vast heaven is open! the mysteries lie dead
Before erect Man, who folds his strong arms
Among the vast splendour of abundant Nature!
He sings... and the woods sing, the river murmurs
A song full of happiness which rises towards the light!...
- it is Redemption! it is love! it is love!...
Songs In Sleep
© Anonymous
If I could frame for you in cunning words
The songs my heart in sleep is often singing,
You'd fancy, love, an orquestra of birds
Upon their quivering throats the dawn were bringing.
The Stranger's Gift
© Jones Very
I found far culled from fragrant field and grove
Each flower that makes our Spring a welcome guest;
Loud Shout The Flaming Tongues Of War
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
TA'N SIONAC AR SRAIDIB AG FAIRE GO CAOCRAC
Loud shout the flaming tongues of war.
Inscription under the Picture of an Aged Negro-woman
© James Montgomery
Art thou a woman? - so am I; and all
That woman can be, I have been, or am;
On A Ruined Castle, Near The Rhine
© Richard Monckton Milnes
This was a fortress, firm and stout,
When there was battling round about,--
It has been deckt in gala--plight,
In days of ladie--love and knight,--
Sonnet To A Friend
© Charles Lamb
Friend of my earliest years and childish days,
My joys, my sorrows, thou with me hast shared,
June
© George Frederick Cameron
O crimson-hearted, flower-producing June-
Dear month of love, and laughter, and light song!
A May Burden
© Francis Thompson
Though meadow-ways as I did tread,
The corn grew in great lustihead,
And hey! the beeches burgeoned.
By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!
It is the month, the jolly month,
It is the jolly month of May.
A Word To Philosophers
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
COLD philosophers, so apt
With your formulas exacting,
In your problems so enwrapt,
And your theories distracting;
Sunday Next Before Advent
© John Keble
Will God indeed with fragments bear,
Snatched late from the decaying year?
Incantation.
© Adelaide Crapsey
O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna!
(You must say it nine times, curtseying, and then wish.)
