Love poems
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To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor)
© George Meredith
When I remember, friend, whom lost I call,
Because a man beloved is taken hence,
An Invitation
© Frances Anne Kemble
Come where the white waves dance along the shore
Of some lone isle, lost in the unknown seas;
Disappointment
© Robert Laurence Binyon
And were they but for this, those passionate schemes
Of joy, that I have nursed? indeed for this
That longings, day and night, have filled my dreams?
Now it has come, the hour of bliss,
How different it seems!
The Message Of The Lilies
© Madison Julius Cawein
My soul and I went walking
Beneath the moon of Spring;
The lilies pale were talking,
Were faintly murmuring.
Cross-Roads
© Mathilde Blind
The rain beat in our faces,
And shrill the wild airs grew;
The long-maned clouds in races
Coursed o'er heaven's windy blue.
Sonnet XII. On The Same. (Being On The Detraction)
© John Milton
I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs
By the known rules of antient libertie,
When strait a barbarous noise environs me
Of Owles and Cuckoes, Asses, Apes and Doggs.
My Spirit Longs for Thee
© John Byrom
My spirit longs for thee
Within my troubled breast
Though I unworthy be
Of so divine a guest:
"If the Moon On the Skies..."
© Anna Akhmatova
If the moon on the skies does not roam,
But cools, like a seal above,
My dead husband enters the home
To read the letters of love.
A Comedy
© Edith Nesbit
MADAM, you bade me act a part,
A comedy of your devising--
Forbade me to consult my heart,
To be sincere--or compromising.
The Demon Of The Study
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,
And eats his meat and drinks his ale,
And beats the maid with her unused broom,
And the lazy lout with his idle flail;
But he sweeps the floor and threshes the corn,
And hies him away ere the break of dawn.
Tied Down
© Edgar Albert Guest
"They tie you down," a woman said,
Whose cheeks should have been flaming red
Nine stages towards Knowing
© Benjamin Jonson
Abstracted in art,
in architecture,
in scholars detail;
Sonnet X: The Portrait
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O Lord of all compassionate control,
O Love! let this my lady's picture glow
Tale IX
© George Crabbe
course,"
Replied the Youth; "but has it power to force?
Unless it forces, call it as you will,
It is but wish, and proneness to the ill."
"Art thou not tempted?"--"Do I fall?" said
To My Father (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Oh that Pieria's spring would thro' my breast
Pour its inspiring influence, and rush
