Love poems
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Trinity Sunday
© John Keble
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,
Now on Thy mercy's ocean wide
Far out of sight we seem to glide.
Elegy II
© Henry James Pye
Now the brown woods their leafy load resign
And rage the tempests with resistless force?
O Intelligence Moving The Third Heaven
© Dante Alighieri
O Intelligences moving the third heaven,
the reasons heed that from my heart come forth,
so new, it seems, that no one else should know.
The heaven set in motion by your worth,
The Ghosts Petition
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'There's a footstep coming: look out and see,'
'The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the lea.'
The Lass in the Female Factory
© Anonymous
She got 'Death Recorded' in Newry town,
For stealing her mistress' watch and gown;
Her little boy Paddy can tell you the tale,
Her father was turnkey at Newry jail.
Amends To Nature
© Arthur Symons
I have loved colours, and not flowers;
Their motion, not the swallows wings;
And wasted more than half my hours
Without the comradeship of things.
Orinda To Lucasia Parting October 1661 At London
© Katherine Philips
Adieu dear object of my Loves excess,
And with thee all my hopes of happiness,
With the same fervent and unchanged heart
Which did its whole self once to thee impart,
The Quest
© James Whitcomb Riley
I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way,
With eyes as blue as the skies of May,
And a face as fair as the summer dawn?--
You answer back, but I wander on,--
For you say: "Oh, yes; but his eyes were gray,
And his face as dim as a rainy day."
Elegy On A Young Thrush,
© Helen Maria Williams
Is there no foresight in a Thrush's breast,
That thou down yonder gulph from me wouldst go?
That gloomy area lurking cats infest,
And there the dog may rove, alike thy foe.
Pleasures Of Fancy
© John Clare
A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,
And through this little gate that claps and bangs
A Man's Repentance
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
Under the gaslight I saw a face-
A woman's face! and I swear to heaven
It looked like the ghastly ghost of-Grace!
The Passionate Printer To His Love
© Henry Austin Dobson
Come live with me and be my Dear;
And till that happy bond shall lapse,
I'll set your Poutings in Brevier,
Your praises in the largest CAPS.
La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
© Oscar Wilde
My limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For, calling on my Lady's name,
My lips have now forgot to sing.
Farewell to London
© Alexander Pope
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Flower And Voice
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Tremulous out of that long darkness, how
Wast thou, O blossom, made
Upon the wintry bough?
What drew thee to appear,
Holy Ghost! Dispel Our Sadness
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Holy Ghost! dispel our sadness;
Pierce the clouds of nature's night.
Come, Thou source of joy and gladness,
Breathe Thy life, and spread Thy light.
Sonnet II.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
PARTED by time and space for many a year,
Yet ever longing, hoping for a day
When, heart to heart, the happy weeks shall stay
Their flight for us, and all our sky be clear
The Burial Of Sir John Mackenzie
© Jessie Mackay
They played him home to the House of Stones
All the way, all the way,
Foreword to Weeds By The Wall
© Madison Julius Cawein
_In the first rare spring of song,
In my heart's young hours,
In my youth 't was thus I sang,
Choosing 'mid the flowers:--_
