Love poems
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I Care Not for These Ladies
© Thomas Campion
I care not for these ladies,
That must be wooed and prayed:
Sonnet II. On A Discovery Made Too Late
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Thou bleedest, my poor heart! and thy distress
Reas'ning I ponder with a scornful smile
And probe thy sore wound sternly, tho' the while
Swollen be mine eye and dim with heaviness.
Interim
© Margaret Widdemer
I HAVE a little peace today,
And I can pause and see
How life is filled with golden things
And gracious things for me;
My Mother-Land
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Death! What of death?--
Can he who once drew honorable breath
In liberty's pure sphere,
Foster a sensual fear,
When death and slavery meet him face to face,
Epistle to Miss Blount, On Her Leaving the Town, After the Coronation
© Alexander Pope
As some fond virgin, whom her mothers care
Drags from the town to wholesome country air,
All Quiet Along the Potomac
© Ethel Lynn Eliot Beers
"All quiet along the Potomac to-night!"
Except here and there a stray picket
Kisses
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Cupid, if storying legends tell aright,
Once framed a rich elixer of delight.
A chalice o'er love-kindled flames he fixed,
And in it nectar and ambrosia mixed:
The More a Man Has the More a Man Wants
© Paul Muldoon
At four in the morning he wakes
to the yawn of brakes,
Ode For September
© Robert Laurence Binyon
On that long day when England held her breath,
Suddenly gripped at heart
And called to choose her part
Between her loyal soul and luring sophistries,
When From The Sod The Flow'rets Spring
© Walther von der Vogelweide
When from the sod the flow'rets spring,
And smile to meet the sun's bright ray,
In The Night
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Where art thou, thou lost face,
Which, yet a little while, wert making mirth
At these new years which seemed too sad to be?
Where art thou fled which for a minute's space
Blowfly Grass
© Les Murray
The houses those suburbs could afford
were roofed with old savings books, and some
seeped gravy at stitches in their walls;
First Love
© Stanley Kunitz
At his incipient sun
The ice of twenty winters broke,
Crackling, in her eyes.
HYMNS: My God! I Know, I Feel Thee Mine
© Charles Wesley
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My God! I know, I feel thee mine,
And will not quit my claim
Till all I have is lost in thine,
And all renewed I am.
The Family Fool
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon,
If you listen to popular rumour;
Failure
© George Essex Evans
THE BOY went out from the ranges grim,
And the breath of the mountains went with him;
Bright Star
© John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
Sonnet XIV: Youth's Spring-Tribute
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
On this sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear
I lay, and spread your hair on either side,
