Love poems
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Sonnet 131: "Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,..."
© William Shakespeare
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
A Masque Of Shadows
© Arthur Symons
Poor helpless Shadow of Deceit,
The shadow of no magic flower,
I End you, Helen, in the Street
This unanointed sacred, hour:
Here where the dust of trodden feet
Desecrates the street.
Sonnet XXI: Love Sweetness
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's downfall
About thy face; her sweet hands round thy head
Not All The Singers Of A Thousand Years
© Lord Alfred Douglas
And did you ask who signed the plea with you?
Fools! It was signed already with the sign
Of great dead men, of God-like Socrates,
Shakespeare and Plato and the Florentine
Who conquered form. And all your pretty crew
Once, and once only, might have stood with these.
Book Ninth [Residence in France]
© William Wordsworth
EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed
Rhoecus
© James Russell Lowell
God sends his teachers unto every age,
To every clime, and every race of men,
A Song : On The Green Margin
© William Cowper
On the green margin of the brook,
Despairing Phyllida reclined,
Whilst every sigh, and every look,
Declared the anguish of her mind.
Olney Hymn 15: Praise For The Fountain Opened
© William Cowper
There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
April
© John Crowe Ransom
SAVOR of love is thick on the April air,
The blunted boughs dispose their lacy bloom,
Lovesong
© Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
The Curate To His Slippers
© Horace Smith
Take, oh take those boots away,
That so nearly are outworn;
The Champion
© Edith Nesbit
Young and a conqueror, once on a day,
Wild white Winter rode out this way;
With his sword of ice and his banner of snow
Vanquished the Summer and laid her low.
Daphne
© Henry Kendall
Daphne! Ladon's daughter, Daphne! Set thyself in silver light,
Take thy thoughts of fairest texture, weave them into words of white -
Undesired Revenge
© Robert Fuller Murray
Sorrow and sin have worked their will
For years upon your sovereign face,
Nursing
© Charles Lamb
O hush, my little baby brother;
Sleep, my love, upon my knee.
What though, dear child, we've lost our mother;
That can never trouble thee.
Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Jonquil was a shepherd lad,
White he was as the curded cream,
Hair like the buttercups he had,
And wet green eyes like a full chalk stream.
The Poet's New-Year's Gift. To Mrs. (Afterwards Lady) Throckmorton
© William Cowper
Maria! I have every good
For thee wished many a time,
Both sad and in a cheerful mood,
But never yet in rhyme.
By The Riverside
© John Crowe Ransom
A GREAT green spread of meadow land,
(Must rest his weight on an ample base),
