Love poems
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Her Vision In The Wood
© William Butler Yeats
Dry timber under that rich foliage,
At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood,
Lilian
© Alfred Tennyson
Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee,
Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,
Fairy Lilian.
On Delia (Bid Adieu, My Sad Heart)
© William Cowper
Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace!
Thy pleasure is past, and thy sorrows increase;
See the shadows of evening how far they extend,
And a long night is coming, that never may end;
For the sun is now set that enlivened the scene,
And an age must be past ere it rises again.
To The Reverend Mr. Mabell, Of Cambridge
© Mary Barber
From Noise, and Nonsense, and vain Laughte free,
I steal a thoughtful Hour, and give to thee;
To thee, Conductor of my heedless Youth,
Who taught me first to rev'rence Sense, and Truth;
Virtue to praise; and boldly Vice deride,
With all the Pomp of Fashion on her Side.
Gaspara Stampa
© William Rose Benet
I burned, I wept, I sang: I burn, sing, weep again,
And I shall weep and sing, I shall forever burn
Until or death or time or fortunes turn
Shall still my eye and heart, still fire and pain.
The Desire Of The Heart
© Arthur Symons
Heart, is there anything to desire?
Feet, is there anywhere to go?
The Countess
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Over the wooded northern ridge,
Between its houses brown,
To the dark tunnel of the bridge
The street comes straggling down.
Reflections
© George Crabbe
Beware then, Age, that what was won,
If life's past labours, studies, views,
Be lost not, now the labour's done,
When all thy part is,--not to lose:
When thou canst toil or gain no more,
Destroy not what was gain'd before.
Upon The Disobedient Child
© John Bunyan
Children become, while little, our delights!
When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's.
"I Have Loved Flowers That Fade"
© Robert Seymour Bridges
I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Eclogue The Third
© Thomas Chatterton
Botte whether, fayre mayde do ye goe,
O where do ye bend yer waie?
I wile knowe whether you goe,
I wylle not be asseled naie.
Songs From Deaths Jest-Book II - Dirge
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
IF thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
Paralytic
© Sylvia Plath
It happens. Will it go on? --
My mind a rock,
No fingers to grip, no tongue,
My god the iron lung
A Scrap of Paper
© Henry Van Dyke
"Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?" - Question
of the German Chancellor to the British Ambassador,
August 5, 1914.
A Ballad Of Sweethearts
© Madison Julius Cawein
How _can_ my heart of my hand dispose?
When Ruth and Clara, and Kate and May,
In form and feature no flaw disclose--
But who is the fairest it's hard to say.
