Love poems
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Dancing
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DANCING! I love it, night or day:
There's nought on earth so jolly,
Whether you straightly glide with May,
Or madly whirl with Molly,
Sonnet LIII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
THE LAPLANDER.
THE shivering native, who by Tenglio's side
Beholds with fond regret the parting light
Where is my Ruined Life ?
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
WHERE is my ruined life, and where the fame
Of noble deeds?
Look on my long-drawn road, and whence it came,
And where it leads!
Revealment
© Madison Julius Cawein
A sense of sadness in the golden air;
A pensiveness, that has no part in care,
As if the Season, by some woodland pool,
Braiding the early blossoms in her hair,
Seeing her loveliness reflected there,
Had sighed to find herself so beautiful.
Fallen In The Night!
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Pelting, undermining, loosening, came the rain;
Through its topmost branches roared the hurricane;
Oft it strained and shivered till the night wore past;
But in dusky daylight there the tree stood fast,
Though its birds had left it, and its leaves were dead,
And its blossoms faded, and its fruit all shed.
Metamorphoses: Book The Ninth
© Ovid
The End of the Ninth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
The Mystery Of Life
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
Life's mystery - deep, restless as the ocean -
Hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro;
Earth's generations watch its ceaseless motion,
As in and out its hollow moanings flow.
Shivering and yearning by that unknown sea,
Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in thee!
Pour Me Another Tequila Sheila
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
(Chorus)
Pour me another tequila, Sheila.
Vanity Of The Creature Sanctified
© John Newton
Honey though the bee prepares,
An envenomed sting he wears;
Piercing thorns a guard compose
Round the fragrant blooming rose.
A Pastoral Dialogue
© Jonathan Swift
My love to Sheelah is more firmly fixt,
Than strongest weeds that grow those stones betwixt;
My spud these nettles from the stones can part;
No knife so keen to weed thee from my heart.
In This World
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
In this world all the flow'rs wither,
The sweet songs of the birds are brief;
I dream of summers that will last
Always!
Elijah's Mantle
© George Canning
A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HON. WILLIAM PITT.
When, by th' Almighty's dread command
Song For A Revolutionary Love
© Sylvia Plath
O throw it away, throw it all away on the wind:
first let the heavenly foliage go,
and page by pride the good books blow;
scatter smug angels with your hand.
The Cap And Bells
© William Butler Yeats
THE jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
By Candlelight
© Sylvia Plath
This is the fluid in which we meet each other,
This haloey radiance that seems to breathe
And lets our shadows wither
Only to blow
Them huge again, violent giants on the wall.
One match scratch makes you real.
Longfellow
© Henry Van Dyke
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour
and riches and confusion,
Where there were many running to and fro, and
shouting, and striving together,
In the midst of the hurry and the troubled noise,
I heard the voice of one singing.
Do You Not Father Me
© Dylan Thomas
Do you not father me, nor the erected arm
For my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?
Peinture. A Panegyrick To The best Picture Of Friendship, M
© Richard Lovelace
If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of al
Natures exchequer shuffled in this our ball,
Peinture her richer rival did admire,
And cry'd she wrought with more almighty fire,
The Pinafore
© George MacDonald
When peevish flaws his soul have stirred
To fretful tears for crossed desires,
Obedient to his mother's word
My child to banishment retires.
Come down, O Maid
© Alfred Tennyson
COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang),
