Love poems
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The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion
© Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams are with us no more;but of these mysteries
anon. I rejoice to see you looking life-like and rational.
The film of the shadow has already passed from off your
eyes. Be of heart, and fear nothing. Your allotted days of
stupor have expired, and to-morrow I will myself induct you
into the full joys and wonders of your novel existence.
The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154)
© William Shakespeare
CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
The Tower of the Dream
© Charles Harpur
But not thus always are our dreams benign;
Oft are they miscreationsgloomier worlds,
Crowded tempestuously with wrongs and fears,
More ghastly than the actual ever knew,
And rent with racking noises, such as should
Go thundering only through the wastes of hell.
The Charnel Rose: A Symphony
© Conrad Aiken
And a silent star slipped golden down the darkness,
Down the great wall, leaving no trace in the sky,
And years went with it, and worlds. And he dreamed still
Of a fleeter shadow among the shadows running,
Foam into foam, without a gesture or cry,
Leaving him there, alone, on a lonely hill.
The Other
© Sylvia Plath
You come in late, wiping your lips.
What did I leave untouched on the doorstep--
The Wooden Doll And The Wax Doll
© Ann Taylor
THERE were two friends, a very charming pair,
Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair;
The Fable of Dryope - Ovid's Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393]
© Alexander Pope
She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs,
When the fair Consort of her son replies.
The love in her eyes lay sleeping
© William Forster
The love in her eyes lay sleeping,
As stars that unconscious shine,
The Story of Phoebus And Daphne, Applied
© Edmund Waller
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train,
Fair Sacharissa lov'd, but lov'd in vain;
To A Young Girl Singing
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, what do you know of the song, my dear,
And how have you made it your own?
To ------
© Thomas Parnell
Your best endeavours on ye law bestow
Rough as it is 'tis proffitable too
Cowel & Blunt have words & Cook ye way
to keep the wrangling sons of earth in play
then if your books you use your Clients pay
A Dilettante
© Augusta Davies Webster
Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry?
well, can you groove it straight with all your pains?
and, sigh or scold, and, argue or intreat,
what have you done but waste your part of life
on impotent fool's battles with the winds,
that will blow as they list in spite of you?
To Romance
© George Gordon Byron
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious Queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys;
The Three Knocks
© Roderic Quinn
WHEN the owl that scared the mouse
Fluffed his feathers and sat still,
And the night around was chill,
On the door of yonder house
The Grave Yard
© Jones Very
My heart grows sick before the wide-spread death,
That walks and speaks in seeming life around;
Exmoor Verses
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Over the rim of the Moor,
And under the starry sky,
Two men came to my door
And rested them thereby.
