Love poems
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Sonnet. "Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn
O'er joys that God hath for a season lent,
Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I THANK you, MR. PRESIDENT, you've kindly broke the ice;
Virtue should always be the first,--I 'm only SECOND VICE--
(A vice is something with a screw that's made to hold its jaw
Till some old file has played away upon an ancient saw).
Airy Tongues
© Madison Julius Cawein
I hear a song the wet leaves lisp
When Morn comes down the woodland way;
And misty as a thistle-wisp
Her gown gleams windy gray;
A song, that seems to say,
"Awake! 'tis day!"
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 07
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXVI
"But if our sins us of his help deprive,
A Front Row Seat To Hear Ole Johnny Sing
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Now you know some fellahs, they want fame and fortune
Yeah, and other fellahs they just wanna swing
But all I wanted all my life
Was a TV set and a truck and a wife
And a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
When Poor In All But Hope And Love
© Caroline Norton
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo
© Robert Burns
LIFE neer exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumphd in a blow,
As that which laid th accomplishd Burnet low.
429. SongCome let me take thee to my breast
© Robert Burns
COME, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we neer shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The worlds wealth and grandeur:
515. SongO let me in this ae night
© Robert Burns
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet,
Or are ye waukin, I wad wit?
For Love has bound me hand an fit,
And I would fain be in, jo.
298. Prologue spoken at the Theatre of Dumfries
© Robert Burns
For our sincere, tho haply weak endeavours,
With grateful pride we own your many favours;
And howsoeer our tongues may ill reveal it,
Believe our glowing bosoms truly feel it.
527. SongAddress to the Woodlark
© Robert Burns
O STAY, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
The Human Tree
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Many have Earth's lovers been,
Tried in seas and wars, I ween;
495. SongCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie
© Robert Burns
ChorusCanst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Well thou knowst my aching heart,
And canst thou leave me thus, for pity?
On The Number Three
© Thomas Parnell
Beauty rests not in one fix'd Place,
But seems to reign in every Face;
448. SongYoung Jamie, pride of a the plain
© Robert Burns
YOUNG JAMIE, pride of a the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
Thro a our lasses he did rove,
And reignd resistless King of Love.
255. Verses to Miss Cruickshank
© Robert Burns
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay,
Blooming in thy early May,
Never mayst thou, lovely flower,
Chilly shrink in sleety shower!
Let Us Go
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.
Let us go hence together without fear;
535. SongThe Braw Wooer
© Robert Burns
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
And sair wi his love he did deave me;
I said, there was naething I hated like men
The deuce gae wim, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wim to believe me.
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry
© Robert Burns
WHEN Nature her great master-piece designd,
And framd her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She formd of various parts the various Man.
