Love poems
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Evening. By a Tailor
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
Hope, An Allegorical Sketch
© William Lisle Bowles
I am the comforter of them that mourn;
My scenes well shadowed, and my carol sweet,
That Last Invocation
© Walt Whitman
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks-from the keep of the well-closed
doors,
Let me be wafted.
Poets Of The Olden Time
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE brave old poets sing of nobler themes
Than those weak griefs which harass craven souls;
The torrent of their lusty music rolls
Not through dark valleys of distempered dreams,
The Arras Road
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
The early night falls on the plain
In cloud and desolating rain.
I see no more, but feel around
The ruined earth, the wounded ground.
Our Canal
© Harriet Monroe
"All that was writ shall be fulfilled at last.
Cometill we round the circle, end the story.
The west-bound sun leads forward to the past
The thundering cruisers and the caravels.
Tomorrow you shall hear our song of glory
Rung in the chime of India's temple bells."
The Death-Song
© Frances Anne Kemble
Mother, mother! my heart is wild,
Hold me upon your bosom dear,
Do not frown on your own poor child,
Death is darkly drawing near.
The Almacks Adieu
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Your Fanny was never false-hearted,
And this she protests and she vows,
Meditation For His Mistress
© Robert Herrick
You are a Tulip seen to-day,
But, Dearest, of so short a stay,
That where you grew, scarce man can say.
To A Vers Librist
© Franklin Pierce Adams
"Oh bard," I said, "your verse is free;
The shackles that encumber me,
The fetters that are my obsession,
Are never gyves to your expression.
Hymn XIII: Happy Soul that Free from Harms
© Charles Wesley
Live, till all thy life I know,
Perfect through my Lord below,
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gathered to the fold above.
Stillborn
© Sylvia Plath
These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.
They grew their toes and fingers well enough,
Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.
If they missed out on walking about like people
It wasn't for any lack of mother-love.
To A Butterfly
© William Wordsworth
STAY near me--do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Steam In the Desert
© Ebenezer Elliott
"God made all nations of one blood,"
And bade the nation-wedding flood
Bear good for good to men:
Lo, interchange is happiness! -
The mindless are the riverless!
The shipless have no pen!
I approach and I withdraw
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Me acerco y me retiro:
¿quién sino yo hallar puedo
a la ausencia en los ojos
la presencia en lo lejos?
A Valentine [From an old Lover]
© Jessie Pope
Estelle, when you and I were rising nine
Perhaps you'd rather I suppressed the date
Butterflies
© Alfred Noyes
Where were all the butterflies
When the skies
Clouded and their bowers of clover
Bowed beneath the golden shower?
Every flower
Shook and the rose was brimming over.
To Hilaire Belloc
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
For every tiny town or place
God made the stars especially;
