Love poems
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Quare Fatigasti
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Two years ago I was thinking
On the changes that years bring forth;
Unanswered
© Madison Julius Cawein
How long ago it is since we went Maying!
Since she and I went Maying long ago!-
HYMN to CHRIST for our Regeneration and Resurrection.
© Mather Byles
I.
To Thee, my Lord, I lift the Song,
Awake, my tuneful Pow'rs:
In constant Praise my grateful Tongue
Shall fill my foll'wing Hours.
Requiem
© George Meredith
Where faces are hueless, where eyelids are dewless,
Where passion is silent and hearts never crave;
Where thought hath no theme, and where sleep hath no dream,
In patience and peace thou art gone-to thy grave!
Gone where no warning can wake thee to morning,
Dead tho' a thousand hands stretch'd out to save.
For Louis Pasteur
© Edgar Bowers
How shall a generation know its story
If it will know no other? When, among
The Mermaid
© Madison Julius Cawein
The moon in the East is glowing;
I sit by the moaning sea;
The mists down the sea are blowing,
Down the sea all dewily.
The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Elsie._ Here are flowers for you,
But they are not all for you.
Some of them are for the Virgin
And for Saint Cecilia.
To Idleness
© Harriet Monroe
Sweet Idleness, you linger at the door
To lead me down through meadows cool with shade
Epilogue To 'She Stoops To Conquer'
© Oliver Goldsmith
WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,
And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,
On the Death of Mr. Crashaw
© Abraham Cowley
Poet and Saint! to thee alone are given
The two most sacred names of earth and heaven,
Dedication for The Hunting Of The Snark
© Lewis Carroll
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.
Der Freischutz
© Madison Julius Cawein
He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young,
Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled;
For Christmas Day
© Charles Wesley
Hark, how all the welkin rings,
"Glory to the King of kings;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd!"
Songs Of Seven (complete)
© Jean Ingelow
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover,
There’s no rain left in heaven:
I’ve said my “seven times” over and over,
Seven times one are seven.
Fabien Dei Franchi
© Oscar Wilde
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath-
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
Love In Disguise
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"Oh! I am Love," she whispered low,
"And fain I too with Death would go;
My lovercold is he,
Who bids me fly the trysting-place."
She raised the veil from off her face
My Phyllis smiled on me!
Gone
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with Angel-steps
The path which reaches Heaven.
Death And Daphne
© Jonathan Swift
Death went upon a solemn day
At Pluto's hall his court to pay;
The phantom having humbly kiss'd
His grisly monarch's sooty fist,
