Love poems
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A Breach Of Friendship
© Edgar Albert Guest
TIS friendship's test to guard the name
Of him you love from all attack,
As you are to his face, the same
To be when you're behind his back.
Evening. To Harriet
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line
Of western distance that sublime descendest,
And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline,
Thy million hues to every vapour lendest,
Her Beauty
© Max Plowman
I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone,"
And I remembered how she laid for me
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
© Alfred Tennyson
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again
The Presentiment
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OVER her face, so tender and meek,
The light of a prophecy lies,
That has silvered the red of the rose on her cheek,
And chastened the thought in her eyes!
Transmutation
© Madison Julius Cawein
To me all beauty that I see
Is melody made visible:
An earth-translated state, may be,
Of music heard in Heaven or Hell.
Retirement
© Henry Timrod
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false
As that which dares to teach that we are born
Nyx (English translation)
© Catherine Pozzi
O you, my nights, O long-awaited black-
ness, O proud country, O obstinate sec-
rets, O long looks, O thundering clouds
O flight beyond skies which are closed
Our Tree Has Flowers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
We have planted a tree,
And behold, it has flowers.
How lovely their joy!
Yet they know not of ours,
On The Importance Of Being Earnest
© Franklin Pierce Adams
"Gentle Jane was as good as gold,"
To borrow a line from Mr. Gilbert;
She hated War with a hate untold,
She was a pacifistic filbert.
If you said "Perhaps"-she'd leave the hall.
You couldn't argue with her at all.
Old Paul and Old Tim
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When rival adorers come courting a maid,
There's something or other may often be said,
Why HE should be pitched upon rather than HIM.
This wasn't the case with Old PAUL and Old TIM.
Sonnet XXX: Still In the Trace
© Samuel Daniel
Still in the trace of my tormented thought,
My ceaseless cares must march on to my death;
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 16
© William Langland
"Now faire falle yow,' quod I tho, "for youre faire shewyng!
For Haukyns love the Actif Man evere I shal yow lovye.
Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Scene I
"Discontent"
LAURENCE RABY.
The Friends Burial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
My thoughts are all in yonder town,
Where, wept by many tears,
To-day my mother's friend lays down
The burden of her years.
It Is The Hour
© George Gordon Byron
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour--when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word;
Last Words
© Emily Jane Brontë
I knew not 'twas so dire a crime
To say the word, "Adieu;"
But this shall be the only time
My lips or heart shall sue.
