Love poems
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Sonnet XXIII: Love's Baubles
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore
Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit:
Sonnet 89: "Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,..."
© William Shakespeare
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence:
The Promise
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
NOT charity we ask,
Nor yet thy gift refuse;
Please thy light fancy with the easy task
Only to look and choose.
Eyewash
© Niall Montgomery
EYES always open eyes
onions we were all found under
eyes never in a hurry wait for me
blink at the smash preserve the negative hold on a minute
(we are taking actuality as a section through sentiment at that point)
How Many Demands...
© Anna Akhmatova
How many demands the beloved can make!
The woman discarded, none.
How glad I am that today the water
Under the colorless ice is motionless.
To Lovers
© Ellis Parker Butler
Ho, ye lovers, list to me;
Warning words have I for thee:
Give ye heed, hefore ye wed,
To this thing Sir Chaucer said:
To Kate. (In Lieu Of A Valentine)
© Ellis Parker Butler
Sweet Love and I had oft communed;
We were, indeed, great friends,
And oft I sought his office, near
Where Courtship Alley ends.
To Ireland
© Alfred Austin
``What ails you, Sister Erin, that your face
Is, like your mountains, still bedewed with tears?
Constant Beauty
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's good to have the trees again, the singing of the breeze again,
It's good to see the lilacs bloom as lovely as of old.
It's good that we can feel again the touch of beauties real again,
For hearts and minds, of sorrow now, have all that they can hold.
The Tearful Tale Of Captain Dan
© Ellis Parker Butler
A sinner was old Captain Dan;
His wives guv him no rest:
He had one wife to East Skiddaw
And one to Skiddaw West.
Godly Ballants
© George MacDonald
The rich man sat in his father's seat-
Purple an' linen, an' a'thing fine!
The puir man lay at his yett i' the street-
Sairs an' tatters, an' weary pine!
Winter Twilight
© Bliss William Carman
ALONG the wintry skyline,
Crowning the rocky crest,
Stands the bare screen of hardwood trees
Against the saffron west,
The Vanity Of Human Wishes
© Michael Wigglesworth
I walk'd and did a little Mole-hill view
Full peopled with a most industrious crew
The Indian Girl's Lament
© William Cullen Bryant
An Indian girl was sitting where
Her lover, slain in battle, slept;
Her maiden veil, her own black hair,
Came down o'er eyes that wept;
And wildly, in her woodland tongue,
This sad and simple lay she sung:
The Women of the Town
© Henry Lawson
It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile
It is up from out the alleys I have struggled for a while
Just to breathe the breath of Heaven ere my devil drags me down,
And to sing a song of pity for the women of the town.
Partners
© Ellis Parker Butler
Love took chambers on our street
Opposite to mine;
On his door he tacked a neat,
Clearly lettered sign.
Once On A Golden Day
© Mathilde Blind
Once on a golden day,
In the golden month of May,
I gave my heart away-
Little birds were singing.
