Love poems
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England To Ireland
© William Watson
Spouse whom my sword in the olden time won me,
Winning me hatred more sharp than a sword--
The Song Sparrow's Nest
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Here where tumultuous vines
Shadow the porch at the west,
Elegy XII
© John Donne
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe
Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.
She Moved Through the Faire
© Padraic Colum
My young love said to me: My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.
More Strong Than Time
© Victor Marie Hugo
Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,
Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,
Pharsalia - Book II: The Flight Of Pompeius
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
This was made plain the anger of the gods;
The universe gave signs Nature reversed
In monstrous tumult fraught with prodigies
Her laws, and prescient spake the coming guilt.
The Greatest Love
© Anna Swirszczynska
She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,
her hair streams in the wind.
Her dear one says:
"You have hair like pearls."
Three Songs For Lady Pan
© Wang Wei
Fireflies flash on mica screens.
No echo in Golden Halls.
Seen through gauze the autumn night
Where the lonely light shines.
In Memory of General Grant
© Henry Abbey
WHITE wings of commerce sailing far,
Hot steam that drives the weltering wheel,
Sonnet 59: Dear, Why Make You More
© Sir Philip Sidney
Dear, why make you more of a dog than me?
If he do love, I burn, I burn in love;
If he wait well, I never thence would move;
If he be fair, yet but a dog can be.
In memory Of George Calderon
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Wisdom and Valour, Faith,
Justice,--the lofty names
Of virtue's quest and prize,--
What is each but a cold wraith
Until it lives in a man
And looks thro' a man's eyes?
Starling
© Katharine Tynan
The starling in the ivy now,
For to amuse his dear,
Mimics the dog, the cat, the cow,
Blackbird and Chanticleer.
Sonnet. "By jasper founts, whose falling waters make"
© Frances Anne Kemble
By jasper founts, whose falling waters make
Eternal music to the silent hours;
The Episode Of Nisus And Euryalus
© George Gordon Byron
'In vain you damp the ardour of my soul,'
Replied Euryalus; 'it scorns control!
Hence, let us haste! '- their brother guards arose,
Roused by their call, nor court again repose;
The pair, bouyed up on Hope's exulting wing,
Their stations leave, and speed to seek the king.
Early Affeection
© George Moses Horton
I loved thee from the earliest dawn,
When first I saw thy beauty's ray;
And will until life's eve comes on,
And beauty's blossom fades away;
And when all things go well with thee,
With smiles or tears remember me.
The Crusader
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Effigy mailed and mighty beneath thy mail
That liest asleep with hand upon carved sword--hilt
As ready to waken and strong to stand and hail
Death, where hosts are shaken and hot life spilt;
May The Fruit Never Be Plucked
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
NEVER, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough
And gathered into barrels.
February
© Sara Teasdale
They spoke of him I love
With cruel words and gay;
My lips kept silent guard
On all I could not say.
