Love poems
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The Wind
© Amy Lowell
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
He steals the down from the honeybee,
From The Sea
© Sara Teasdale
All beauty calls you to me, and you seem,
Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea,
To reach me. You are as the wind I breathe
Here on the ship's sun-smitten topmost deck,
"The shrines of old are broken down"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The shrines of old are broken down;
The faiths that knelt at them are dead.
Nothing's strange, and nought unknown:
All's been done and all been said.
Tired of knowledge, now we sigh
For a little mystery.
The Curse Of Cromwell
© William Butler Yeats
YOU ask what - I have found, and far and wide I go:
Nothing but Cromwell's house and Cromwell's mur-
The Real Successes
© Edgar Albert Guest
You think that the failures are many,
You think the successes are few,
May
© Sara Teasdale
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Spring
© Thomas Nashe
SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing-
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Elegy XVII. He Indulges the Suggestions of Spleen.-- An Elegy to the Winds
© William Shenstone
AEole! namque tibi divûm Pater atque hominum rex,
Et mulcere dedit mentes et tollere vento.
Imitation.
O AEolus! to thee the Sire supreme
Of gods and men the mighty power bequeath'd
To rouse or to assuage the human mind.
Your Children
© Khalil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
Elegy III
© Henry James Pye
The dewy morn her saffron mantle spreads
High o'er the brow of yonder eastern hill;
Repining
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
She sat alway thro' the long day
Spinning the weary thread away;
And ever said in undertone:
'Come, that I be no more alone.'
Memorat Memoria
© Francis Thompson
Come you living or dead to me, out of the silt of the Past,
With the sweet of the piteous first, and the shame of the shameful last?
Renewed
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WELCOME, rippling sunshine!
Welcome, joyous air!
Like a demon shadow
Flies the gaunt despair!
True Love.
© Robert Crawford
It is the very tune of hearts, and rhythms
To all occasions truly musical.
He sticks as fast to her each whim as does
The scarabaeus to its curious ball,
Winter Rain
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Every valley drinks,
Every dell and hollow;
Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,
Green of Spring will follow.
The Arraying
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The blue-eyed maidens of the sea
With trembling haste approach the lee,
In Allusion To The French Song. N'entendez Vous Pas Ce Lang
© Richard Lovelace
CHORUS.
THEN UNDERSTAND YOU NOT (FAIR CHOICE)
THIS LANGUAGE WITHOUT TONGUE OR VOICE?
The Discovery Of A Soul
© Edgar Albert Guest
_The proof of a man is the danger test_,
_That shows him up at his worst or best_.
