Love poems
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Stray Birds 41 - 50
© Rabindranath Tagore
41
THE trees,
like the longings of the earth,
stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
Lines Traced Under An Image Of Amor Threatening
© Herman Melville
Fear me, virgin whosoever
Taking pride from love exempt,
Fear me, slighted. Never, never
Brave me, nor my fury tempt:
Downy wings, but wroth they beat
Tempest even in reason's seat.
The School-Mistress
© William Shenstone
Auditae voces, vagitus et ingens,
Infantunque animae flentes in limine primo. ~ Virg.
John and Freddy
© William Schwenck Gilbert
JOHN courted lovely MARY ANN,
So likewise did his brother, FREDDY.
FRED was a very soft young man,
While JOHN, though quick, was most unsteady.
Musagetes
© Madison Julius Cawein
For the mountains' hoarse greetings came hollow
From stormy wind-chasms and caves,
And I heard their wild cataracts wallow
Huge bulks in long spasms of waves,
And that Demon said, "Lo! you must follow!
And our path is o'er myriads of graves."
The Squanderer
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,
Meant for the lordliest purposes; a part
The Ride Of Rody Burke
© Alice Guerin Crist
The heat haze veiled the distant hills, the white clouds floated high,
Drifting in slow content across the blue Australian sky;
And down in Clancys paddock there were mirth and laughter gay,
Where the She-Oak Jockey Club were met upon St. Patricks day.
Davideis: A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David (excerpt)
© Abraham Cowley
BOOK I (excerpt)
I sing the man who Judah's sceptre bore
Written On Cramond Beach
© Frances Anne Kemble
Farewell, old playmate! on thy sandy shore
My lingering feet will leave their print no more;
The Last Hero
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
Impromptu (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
If I miscount the hours, blame Love, not me,
Who makes the time when you are near me, seem
Short as the vision of a vanishing dream,
When you are farlong as eternity.
Never To See Or Hear Her
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
Never to see or hear her,
never to name her aloud,
but faithfully always to wait for her
and love her.
The Moral Bully
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YON whey-faced brother, who delights to wear
A weedy flux of ill-conditioned hair,
The Wind And The Whirlwind
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I have a thing to say. But how to say it?
I have a cause to plead. But to what ears?
How shall I move a world by lamentation,
A world which heeded not a Nation's tears?
Kathleens Lover
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I would I had a thousand tongues
To sing thy praise, to sing thy praise,
My Australian Spurs
© William Henry Ogilvie
Old and worn my Bushland spurs
Hang above my desk to-day.
Childhood. (From The Danish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There was a time when I was very small,
When my whole frame was but an ell in height;
Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,
And therefore I recall it with delight.
In the Dim Counties
© John Shaw Neilson
In the dim counties
we take the long calm
Lilting no haziness,
sequel or psalm.
