Love poems
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The Two Children
© Emily Jane Brontë
Heavy hangs the raindrop
From the burdened spray;
Heavy broods the damp mist
On uplands far away;
Paradise Lost: Book VII (1674)
© Patrick Kavanagh
DEscend from Heav'n Urania, by that name
If rightly thou art call'd, whose Voice divine
The House of Rest
© Julia Ward Howe
I will build a house of rest,
Square the corners every one:
At each angle on his breast
Shall a cherub take the sun;
Rising, risen, sinking, down,
Weaving day’s unequal crown.
Sonnet: I Thank You
© Henry Timrod
I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,
With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,
Light Night
© James Schuyler
Stoop, dove, horrid maid,
spread your chiffon on our
wood rot breeding the
Destroying Angel, white,
lathe-shapely, trout-lily
lovely. Taste, and have it.
A Celebration of Charis: IV. Her Triumph
© Benjamin Jonson
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Psalm 150
© Mary Sidney Herbert
Oh, laud the Lord, the God of hosts commend,
Exalt his pow’r, advance his holiness:
Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.
For a Student Sleeping in a Poetry Workshop
© David Wagoner
I've watched his eyelids sag, spring open
Vaguely and gradually go sliding
The Clearing
© Jane Kenyon
The dog and I push through the ring
of dripping junipers
to enter the open space high on the hill
where I let him off the leash.
Sonnet 17
© Richard Barnfield
Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape,
Might not compare with his pure ivorie white,
Idea LXI
© Michael Drayton
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
from Merlin and Vivien
© Alfred Tennyson
In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can neer be equal powers:
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.
Advice to a Prophet
© Lola Ridge
When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,
Mad-eyed from stating the obvious,
Not proclaiming our fall but begging us
In God’s name to have self-pity,
The Smile
© William Blake
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.
PART I
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
from The Triumph of Love
© Geoffrey Hill
Rancorous, narcissistic old sod—what
makes him go on? We thought, hoped rather,
he might be dead. Too bad. So how
much more does he have of injury time?
