Love poems
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Mabel Martin
© John Greenleaf Whittier
PROEM.
I CALL the old time back: I bring my lay
in tender memory of the summer day
When, where our native river lapsed away,
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
© Walt Whitman
COME, my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!
The Sea-Shore
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I SHOULD like to dwell where the deep blue sea
Rock'd to and fro as tranquilly,
As if it were willing the halcyon's nest
Should shelter through summer its beautiful guest.
Acting
© Ronald Stuart Thomas
Alone now on the brittle platform
Of herself she is playing her last rôle.
It is perfect. Never in all her career
Was she so good. And yet the curtain
Has fallen. My charmer, come out from behind
It to take the applause. Look, I am clapping too.
The Little Old-Fashioned Church
© Edgar Albert Guest
THE little old-fashioned church, with the pews that were straight-backed and plain,
Where the sunbeams to worship came in through the windows that bore not a stain,
And the choir was composed of the good folks who toiled week-days in meadow and lane;
The Village: Book I
© George Crabbe
The village life, and every care that reigns
O'er youthful peasants and declining swains;
On the Great Atlantic Rainway
© Kenneth Koch
I set forth one misted white day of June
Beneath the great Atlantic rainway, and heard:
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Matron was she of a great Roman house,
And wed in youth to one she might not love;
Her birth, her fortune, her name luminous,
Such as all noblest virtues most behove.
The Diplomatic Platypus
© Patrick Barrington
I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity,
With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity.
Live Blindly and upon the Hour
© Trumbull Stickney
Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
Who was the Future, died full long ago.
Admonition
© Sylvia Plath
If you dissect a bird
To diagram the tongue
You'll cut the chord
Articulating song.
Songs from the Plays - Fear No More the Heat o the Sun
© William Shakespeare
Fear no more the heat o the sun,
Nor the furious winters rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and taen thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
The Boy and the Mantle
© Thomas Percy
In the third day of May,
To Carleile did come
A kind curteous child,
That cold much of wisdome.
Ex Machina
© Michael Rosen
When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight,
Tam O 'Shanter
© Robert Burns
This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonie lasses.)
Sonnet. "If there were any power in human love"
© Frances Anne Kemble
If there were any power in human love,
Or in th' intensest longing of the heart,
Market-Night
© Robert Bloomfield
'O Winds, howl not so long and loud;
Nor with your vengeance arm the snow:
Bear hence each heavy-loaded cloud;
And let the twinkling Star-beams glow.
