Love poems
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Love and Death
© Lord Byron
I watched thee when the foe was at our side,
Ready to strike at himor thee and me,
Were safety hopelessrather than divide
Aught with one loved save love and liberty.
Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr Kings House Of Worship, 1864
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Amidst these glorious works of Thine,
The solemn minarets of the pine,
And awful Shasta's icy shrine,--
If My Verses Had The Wings
© Victor Marie Hugo
Songs as sweet as summer brings,
To your flowery lawn should fly
If my verses had the wings
Wings of birds that haunt the sky.
Captain Reece
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Of all the ships upon the blue,
No ship contained a better crew
Than that of worthy CAPTAIN REECE,
Commanding of THE MANTELPIECE.
Frost at Midnight
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Rubber-Stamp Humour
© Franklin Pierce Adams
If couples mated but for love;
If women all were perfect cooks;
Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part III.
© Henry James Pye
Arm'd in her cause, on Chalgrave's fatal plain,
Where sorrowing Freedom mourns her Hambden slain,
Say, shall the moralizing bard presume
From his proud hearse to tear one warlike plume,
Because a Cæsar or a Cromwell wore
An impious wreath, wet with their country's gore?
Tithonus
© Alfred Tennyson
Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful
In silence, then before thine answer given
Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek.
Oiling
© Norman Rowland Gale
Excuse me, Sweetheart, if I smear,
With wisdom learnt from ancient teachers,
The Pains of Sleep
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
A Love-Fancy
© Charles Harpur
Night was new-throned in heaven, and we did rove
Together in the cool and shadowless haze
Delia I
© Samuel Daniel
Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty
Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal:
Fragment III
© James Macpherson
I will sit by the stream of the plain.
Ye rocks! hang over my head. Hear
my voice, ye trees! as ye bend on the
shaggy hill. My voice shall preserve
the praise of him, the hope of the
isles.
Elegy XXIV. He Takes Occasion, From the Fate of Eleanor of Bretagne
© William Shenstone
When Beauty mourns, by Fate's injurious doom,
Hid from the cheerful glance of human eye,
When Nature's pride inglorious waits the tomb,
Hard is that heart which checks the rising sigh.
Thought.
© Robert Crawford
How mystical is thought! We do but think,
Be it of heaven or hell, and we are there!
Such feet has phantasy, more fleet than light,
We flash ourselves away where'er we will,
A Shopkeeper’s Story
© Richard Jones
I sell one bristle brushes. People
seeking two bristle brushes I send
to the guy on Amsterdam, who’s in a rush.
May Day
© Sara Teasdale
The shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The prancing dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
