Love poems
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Spring Showers
© James Thomson
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up
Within his iron cave, th' effusive south
Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven
Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent.
The Lady of Shalott
© Alfred Tennyson
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Under The Willows
© James Russell Lowell
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,
Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,
The Beginning
© Rupert Brooke
Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
And seek you again through the world's far ends,
Sirmione
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Give me your hand, Beloved! I cannot see;
So close from shadowy--branching tree to tree
Dark leaves hang over us. How vast and still
Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a low thrill,
A Misty Day
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Heart of my heart, the day is chill,
The mist hangs low o'er the wooded hill,
The Repulse to Alcander
© Sarah Fyge
What is't you mean, that I am thus approach'd,
Dare you to hope, that I may be debauch'd?
The Poet To Death
© Sarojini Naidu
TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where dhadikulas sing.
The Vow-Breaker
© Henry King
VVhen first the Magick of thine ey,
Usurpt upon my liberty,
Triumphing in my hearts spoyl, thou
Didst lock up thine in such a vow;
To Jean Ingelow
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BRAVE lyrist! like the sky-lark, heaven-possessed,
Thy glance is sunward; and thy soul grown wise,
Fronts the full splendor of Apollo's eyes,
While following still thy muse's high behest:
Christ
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But Truth, and Truth's great Master cannot die;
While Love, the seraph, free of wings and eyes,
Upsweeps the realm of calm immensity.
A thousand times our buried shall rise
In prayerful souls to hush their anguished sighs,
And dawn, not darkness, rule o'er earth and sky.
Outbid
© Ellis Parker Butler
When Cupid held an auction sale,
I hastened to his mart,
For I had heard that he would sell
The blue-eyed Doras heart.
Four Riddles
© Lewis Carroll
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There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.
The Columbiad: Book VI
© Joel Barlow
But of all tales that war's black annals hold,
The darkest, foulest still remains untold;
New modes of torture wait the shameful strife,
And Britain wantons in the waste of life.
Sullen Moods
© Robert Graves
Love, do not count your labour lost
Though I turn sullen, grim, retired
Even at your side; my thought is crossed
With fancies by old longings fired.
Sonnet XV: Accuse Me Not
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
The Genesis Of The Butterfly
© Victor Marie Hugo
The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers
Seaweed
© James Russell Lowell
Not always unimpeded can I pray,
Nor, pitying saint, thine intercession claim;
Too closely clings the burden of the day,
And all the mint and anise that I pay
But swells my debt and deepens my self-blame.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 03 - Atomic Forms And Their Combinations
© Lucretius
Now come, and next hereafter apprehend
What sorts, how vastly different in form,
