Love poems
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Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring
© Robert Burns
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daises white
Out o'er the grassy lea
Wasted Beauty
© Arthur Symons
This beauty is vain, this, born to be wasted,
Poured on the ground like water, spilled, and by no man tasted;
The Three Kings Of Cologne
© Eugene Field
From out Cologne there came three kings
To worship Jesus Christ, their King.
To Him they sought fine herbs they brought,
And many a beauteous golden thing;
They brought their gifts to Bethlehem town,
And in that manger set them down.
Holyday
© Emily Jane Brontë
A LITTLE while, a little while,
The noisy crowd are barred away;
And I can sing and I can smile
A little while I've holyday!
Wishing
© William Allingham
Ring-Ting! I wish I were a Primrose,
A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring!
The stooping boughs above me,
The wandering bee to love me,
The fern and moss to creep across,
And the Elm tree for our king!
Scene From Tasso
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
MADDALO, A COURTIER.
MALPIGLIO, A POET.
PIGNA, A MINISTER.
ALBANO, AN USHER.
Absence
© Matthew Arnold
IN THIS fair strangers eyes of grey
Thine eyes, my love, I see.
I shudder: for the passing day
Had borne me far from thee.
To a Cabbage Rose
© Henry Lea Twisleton
Thy clustering leaves are steeped in splendour;
No evening red, no morning dun,
Can show a hue as rich and tender
As thine - bright lover of the sun!
The Morning-Glory
© Maria White Lowell
We wreathed about our darling's head
The morning-glory bright;
Vision Of Columbus - Book 7
© Joel Barlow
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,
Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.
The Memory Of Burns
© John Greenleaf Whittier
How sweetly come the holy psalms
From saints and martyrs down,
The Courtin'
© James Russell Lowell
God makes sech nights, all white an' still
Fur 'z you can look or listen,
Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,
All silence an' all glisten.
Lament for the Poets: 1916
© Francis Ledwidge
I heard the Poor Old Woman say:
"At break of day the fowler came,
And took my blackbirds from their songs
Who loved me well thro' shame and blame
Manfred: A Dramatic Poem. Act III.
© George Gordon Byron
HERMAN
It wants but one till sunset,
And promises a lovely twilight.
The Exchange
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
I could not tell the reason why,
But, O, I trembled like an aspen!
The Glance
© Francis Beaumont
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endure
From the next glance a double calenture
Human Applause
© Friedrich Hölderlin
Isn't my heart holy, more full of life's beauty,
since I fell in love? Why did you like me more
when I was prouder and wilder, more full
of words, yet emptier?
Tale VII
© George Crabbe
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