Love poems
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ASKING FOR HER HEART
Give me thy heart, Juliet, give me thy heart!
I have a need of it, an absolute need,
Because my own heart has thus long been dead.
To a Poet
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Let verse of yours be flexible, but strong,
Strong as a poplar under valley's cover,
Strong as the earth under a plough, long,
Strong as a girl, who never knew a lover.
Sonnet XIV. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
LOOSE to the wind her golden tresses stream'd,
Forming bright waves with amorous Zephyr's sighs;
And though averted now, her charming eyes
Then with warm love, and melting pity beam'd,
31. SongMy Nanie, O!
© Robert Burns
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,
Mang moors an mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has closd,
And Ill awa to Nanie, O.
387. Epigram on Miss Fontenelle
© Robert Burns
SWEET naïveté of feature,
Simple, wild, enchanting elf,
Not to thee, but thanks to Nature,
Thou art acting but thyself.
Time And Memory
© Arthur Symons
Shall I be wroth with Time, that has no stay,
And even dreams brings to a mortal end,
Because my soul to mortal things would lend
Her restless immortality away?
418. SongO were my love you lilac fair
© Robert Burns
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair,
Wi purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing!
The Spirit Of Poetry
© George Essex Evans
She is the flower-maid of the dreaming noon,
The goddess of the temple of the night;
Where the berg-turrets gleam beneath the moon
She builds Her throne of white.
350. Epistle to John Maxwell, Esq., of Terraughty
© Robert Burns
Fareweel, auld birkie! Lord be near ye,
And then the deil, he daurna steer ye:
Your friends aye love, your faes aye fear ye;
For me, shame fa me,
If neist my heart I dinna wear ye,
While Burns they ca me.
Hospital Duties
© Anonymous
Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,
Turn the key on your jewels today,
64. Fragment of SongMy Jean!
© Robert Burns
THO cruel fate should bid us part,
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart,
Should tenderly entwine.
30. SongComposed in August
© Robert Burns
NOW westlin winds and slaughtring guns
Bring Autumns pleasant weather;
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Amang the blooming heather:
"My Ain Bonnie Lass O' The Glen."
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Ae blink o' the bonnie new mune,
Ay tinted as sune as she's seen,
311. On the Birth of a Posthumous Child
© Robert Burns
SWEET flowret, pledge o meikle love,
And ward o mony a prayer,
What heart o stane wad thou na move,
Sae helpless, sweet, and fair?
426. SongBy Allan Stream
© Robert Burns
BY Allan stream I chancd to rove,
While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi;
The winds are whispering thro the grove,
The yellow corn was waving ready:
242. The Poets Progress
© Robert Burns
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;
14. SongMary Morison
© Robert Burns
O MARY, at thy window be,
It is the wishd, the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glances let me see,
That make the misers treasure poor:
Sonnet XIII. To La Fayette
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As when far off the warbled strains are heard
That soar on Morning's wing the vales among,
Within his cage th' imprisoned matin bird
Swells the full chorus with a generous song:
