Love poems
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Sonnet XX: "A womans face with natures own hand painted"
© William Shakespeare
A womans face with natures own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
The Troubadour. Canto 1
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
There is a light step passing by
Like the distant sound of music's sigh;
It is that fair and gentle child,
Whose sweetness has so oft beguiled,
Like sunlight on a stormy day,
His almost sullenness away.
To A Child Dancing In The Wind
© William Butler Yeats
DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
Falling Asleep over the Aeneid
© Robert Lowell
An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service. He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas, an Italian prince.
The sun is blue and scarlet on my page,
The Mathematician in Love
© William John Macquorn Rankine
A mathematician fell madly in love
With a lady, young, handsome, and charming:
By angles and ratios harmonic he strove
Her curves and proportions all faultless to prove.
As he scrawled hieroglyphics alarming.
Sonnet LI: I Must Not Grieve My Love
© Samuel Daniel
I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read
Lines of delight, whereon her youth might smile;
Pentatina for Five Vowels
© Louis Zukofsky
Today is a trumpet to set the hounds baying.
The past is a fox the hunters are flaying.
Nothing unspoken goes without saying.
Love’s a casino where lovers risk playing.
The future’s a marker our hearts are prepaying.
Sonnet 54: "O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem..."
© William Shakespeare
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
Song #12.
© Robert Crawford
I have brought thee all the faith
That a man can give,
I have sheltered thee with love,
O life's fugitive!
To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead, As Young And Fair
© George Gordon Byron
And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
© Thomas Stearns Eliot
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
To Ladies Of A Certain Age
© John Trumbull
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove
The early joys of youth and love,
The Hunter And His Dying Steed
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Wo worth the chase. Wo worth the day,
That cost thy life, my gallant grey!Scott
Poems On Life
© Rabindranath Tagore
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation into a
harmony with the whole.
Crossroads in the Past
© John Ashbery
That night the wind stirred in the forsythia bushes,
but it was a wrong one, blowing in the wrong direction.
“That’s silly. How can there be a wrong direction?
‘It bloweth where it listeth,’ as you know, just as we do
when we make love or do something else there are no rules for.”
A Bridal Song.
© Robert Crawford
Love that art enlargéd
As the sun!
Shine upon the bride-life
Here begun,
The Human
© George MacDonald
Within each living man there doth reside,
In some unrifled chamber of the heart,
To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad
© Edgar Allan Poe
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispéd and sere—
