Love poems
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Vision Of Columbus - Book 8
© Joel Barlow
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,
Veil'd the wide worldwhen sudden shades of night
The Mourner For The Barmecides
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"And shall I not rejoice to go, when the noble and the brave,
With the glory on their brows, are gone before me to the grave?
What is there left to look on now, what brightness in the land?–
I hold in scorn the faded world, that wants their princely band!
The Dark That Was Is Here
© Eli Siegel
A girl, in ancient Greece,
Be sure, had no more peace
Than one in Idaho.
To feel and yet to know
For A Marriage Of St. Catherine By Hans Memmelinck
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(In the Hospital of St. John at Bruges)
MYSTERY: Catherine the bride of Christ.
Seeking For Happiness
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste.
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.
The Ballad Of Boh Da Thone
© Rudyard Kipling
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
Who harried the district of Alalone:
How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.
At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.
The Dead Day
© Madison Julius Cawein
The west builds high a sepulcher
Of cloudy granite and of gold,
Where twilight's priestly hours inter
The Day like some great king of old.
Vanitie
© George Herbert
The fleet Astronomer can bore
And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing minde
What We Must Do
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
What we must do and may not do.
This is the World's whole refrain,
Town And Country
© Edith Nesbit
THE Sun tells to Trafalgar Square
His old and radiant story,
And touches in the young spring air
The pepper-pots to glory.
Hymns to the Night : 2
© Novalis
Must the morning always return? Will the despotism of the earthly never cease? Unholy activity consumes the angel-visit of the Night
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May
© George MacDonald
1.
WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing
Hatem
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Locks of brown, still bind your captive
In the circle of her face!
I, beloved sinuous tresses,
Naught possess that's worth your grace-
The Willing Horse
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd rather be the willing horse that people ride to death
Than be the proud and haughty steed that children dare not touch;
Afar In The Desert
© Thomas Pringle
Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
Herr Weiser
© James Whitcomb Riley
Herr Weiser--! Three-score-years-and-ten--,
A hale white rose of his country-men,
