Love poems
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The Missionary - Canto Third
© William Lisle Bowles
Come,--for the sun yet hangs above the bay,--
And whilst our time may brook a brief delay
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN
Love, in thy youth, a stranger, knelt to thee,
With cheeks all red and golden locks all curled,
And cried, ``Sweet child, if thou wilt worship me,
Piccolo Valzer Viennese
© Benjamin Jonson
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,
una spalla dove piange la morte
e un bosco di colombe disseccate.
C'e' un frammento del mattino
nel museo della brina.
C'è un salone con mille vetrate.
After Cattle
© Roderic Quinn
WE lit a fire, and straightway camped,
And all night long
We heard the river sing its song.
Our horses fed, and neighed, and stamped;
The Kiss
© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
When you lay before me dead,
In such pallid rest,
On those passive lips of thine
Not one kiss I pressed!
Begging Another
© Benjamin Jonson
For love's sake, kiss me once again;
I long, and should not beg in vain,
Here's none to spy or see;
Why do you doubt or stay?
I'll taste as lightly as the bee
That doth but touch his flower and flies away.
The Hourglass
© Benjamin Jonson
Do but consider this small dust
Here running in the glass,
By atoms moved;
Could you believe that this
Tamara
© Mikhail Lermontov
Where waves of the Terek are waltzing
In Dariel's wickedest pass,
There rises from bleakest of storm crags
An ancient grey towering mass.
Come, My Celia
© Benjamin Jonson
Come, my Celia, let us prove
While we may, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever.
Loveis that later Thing than Death
© Emily Dickinson
Loveis that later Thing than Death
More previousthan Life
Confirms it at its entranceAnd
Usurps itof itself
My Prayer
© Hristo Botev
O my God, my righteous God.
Not you, in heaven apart,
but you, who are within me, God -
within my soul and heart
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
And who shall tell what ignominy death
Has yet in store for us; what abject fears
Even for the best of us; what fights for breath;
Song To Celia - I
© Benjamin Jonson
Come, my Celia, let us prove
While we may the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever,
He at length our good will sever.
The Call
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Mother of her who is close to my heart
Cease to chide!
For no small thing must I wander afar
From the tender arms and lips of my bride
My love with eyes like the glowing star
In the twilight sky apart.
The Princess (prologue)
© Alfred Tennyson
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day
Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun
Goodbye
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
And so goodbye, my love, my dear, and so goodbye,
E'en thus from my sad heart go hence, depart;
The Camel-Rider
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
There is no thing in all the world but love,
No jubilant thing of sun or shade worth one sad tear.
Why dost thou ask my lips to fashion songs
Other than this, my song of love to thee?
Who Can Live In Heart So Glad
© Nicholas Breton
Who can live in heart so glad
As the merry country lad?
Wind O' The Sea
© John Daniel Logan
Thus ruthlessly sang the wild Wind o' the Sea
That learnest soul-secrets by swift errantry.
Ah, wild Wind o' the Sea!
Ah, sad Wind o' the Sea!
That revealest the innermost being of me.
