Love poems
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The Alcaldes Daughter
© Madison Julius Cawein
The times they had kissed and parted
That night were over a score;
Each time that the cavalier started,
Each time she would swear him o'er,
Fie, Pleasure, Fie!
© George Gascoigne
Fie pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight,
Thou fill’st my mouth with sweetmeats overmuch;
I wallow still in joy both day and night:
I deem, I dream, I do, I taste, I touch,
No thing but all that smells of perfect bliss;
Fie pleasure, fie! I cannot like of this.
Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part II
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Fear not, for ye shall live if ye receive
The life divine, obedient to the law
Of truth and good. So shall there be no frown
Upon his face who wills the good of all.
Sea-Weeds.
© Robert Crawford
The sunlight piercing through the blue wave feeds
The joyous growths that, clustered from the air,
Throw forth their fibres to the Power that breeds
Love in the lives above of all things fair
The Negative
© Wole Soyinka
A man hauling coal in the street is stilled forever.
Inside a temple, instead of light
from “Poems for Moscow”
© Marina Tsvetaeva
From my hands—take this city not made by hands,
my strange, my beautiful brother.
The Net Of Memory
© Govinda Krishna Chettur
I cast the Net of Memory,
Man's torment and delight,
Over the level Sands of Youth
That lay serenely bright,
Their tranquil gold at times submerged
In the Spring Tides of Love's Delight.
Coal
© Elizabeth Daryush
Love is a word another kind of open—
As a diamond comes into a knot of flame
I am black because I come from the earth's inside
Take my word for jewel in your open light.
Confiteor
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
The shore-boat lies in the morning light,
By the good ship ready for sailing;
The Hand and Foot
© Jones Very
The hand and foot that stir not, they shall find
Sooner than all the rightful place to go;
Eclogue 5: Menalcas Mopsus
© Publius Vergilius Maro
MENALCAS
Why, Mopsus, being both together met,
You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
Here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?
To Mr. [S.T.] C[oleridge]
© Bliss William Carman
Midway the hill of science, after steep
And rugged paths that tire the unpractised feet,
Rubaiyat 21
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Dont make me fall in love with that face
Dont let the drunk the wine seller embrace.
Sufi, you know the pace of this path,
The lovers and drunks dont disgrace.
Delia II
© Samuel Daniel
Go wailing verse, the infants of my love,
Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother:
Elegy IX. He Describes His Disinterestedness to a Friend
© William Shenstone
I ne'er must tinge my lip with Celtic wines;
The pomp of India must I ne'er display;
Nor boast the produce of Peruvian mines;
Nor with Italian sounds deceive the day.
Seventh Street
© Jean Toomer
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,
Bootleggers in silken shirts,
Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,
Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.
The Switzer's Wife
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Nor look nor tone revealeth aught
Save woman's quietness of thought;
And yet around her is a light
Of inward majesty and might. ~ M.J.J.
Sonnet XXXIII: Full many a Glorious Morning have I Seen
© William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
