Love poems
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To Dr. Moore,
© Helen Maria Williams
IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TO
ME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791.
If I To You But Sorry Bring
© Alfred Austin
If I to you but sorrow bring,
But aching hours and brackish tears,
The Age Of Ink
© Edgar Albert Guest
Swiftly the changes come. Each day
Sees some lost beauty blown away
Per mels cobrir lo mal pes (Anne)
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Per melhs cobrir lo mal pes e.l cossire
chan e deport et ai joi e solatz;
e fatz esfortz car sai chantar ni rire,
car eu me mor e nul semblan no.n fatz;
e per Amor sui si apoderatz,
tot m'a vencut a forsa e batalha.
Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth
© Ovid
The End of the Thirteenth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Song of the Driftweed
© Jessie Mackay
HERES to the home that was never, never ours!
Toast it full and fairly when the winter lowers.
Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
La Fraisne
© Ezra Pound
For I was a gaunt, grave councillor
Being in all things wise, and very old,
But I have put aside this folly and the cold
That old age weareth for a cloak.
The First Part: Sonnet 7 - That learned Grecian, who did so excel
© William Henry Drummond
That learned Grecian, who did so excel
In knowledge passing sense, that he is nam'd
National Monuments
© Henry Van Dyke
These monuments of manhood strong and high
Do more than forts or battle-ships to keep
Our dear-bought liberty. They fortify
The heart of youth with valour wise and deep;
They build eternal bulwarks, and command
Eternal strength to guard our native land.
A Birthday Tribute
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHO is the shepherd sent to lead,
Through pastures green, the Master's sheep?
What guileless "Israelite indeed"
The folded flock may watch and keep?
The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics
© Henry Lawson
Fight through ignorance, want, and care
Through the griefs that crush the spirit;
Magi
© Sylvia Plath
The abstracts hover like dull angels:
Nothing so vulgar as a nose or an eye
Bossing the ethereal blanks of their face-ovals.
Couplets In Praise
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Make I at least your praise, chaplet of sunny verse,
Each dear delight of your told to the universe.
The Dree Woaks
© William Barnes
By the brow o' thik hangèn I spent all my youth,
In the house that did peep out between
For ret os paa Jorden at fryde,
© Peter Andreas Heiberg
For ret os paa Jorden at fryde,
vi skabtes til Frihed af Gud;
Love's Mourner
© Augusta Davies Webster
Love faints that looks on baseness face to face:
Love pardons all; but by the pardonings dies,
With a fresh wound of each pierced through the breast.
And there stand pityingly in Love's void place
Kindness of household wont familiar-wise,
And faith to Love-faith to our dead at rest.
