Love poems
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To Arcady
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
"TELL me, Singer, of the way
Winding down to Arcady?
Of the world's roads I am weary--
You, with song so brave and cheery,
Happy troubadour must be
On the way to Arcady?"
Among the Hills
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Through Sandwich notch the west-wind sang
Good morrow to the cotter;
And once again Chocoruas horn
Of shadow pierced the water.
The Barren Moors
© William Ellery Channing
ON your bare rocks, O barren moors,
On your bare rocks I love to lie!
They stand like crags upon the shores,
Or clouds upon a placid sky.
The Minstrel
© Arthur Henry Adams
An Incident in One Act.
PERSONS. THE KING, THE QUEEN, EARL ATHULF, THE MINSTREL.
Heralds, Pages, Men-at-Arms, Sentries. TIME: THE PAST.
SCENE:
Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget
At length, my lord, Pieria?put away
A Sore Point
© Jessie Pope
It was clear that poor Richard was out of the running,
His mortification he could not disguise.
She flirted with Edward, the company shunning,
Soul leaping to soul through their eloquent eyes.
Devotion of years had he lavished in vain,
But the luck took a turn when Ted trod on her train.
The Foster Mother's Tale. A Dramatic Fragment
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ter. But that entrance, Selma?
Sel. Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale!
Ter. No one.
Sel. My husband's father told it me,
An Ode : While From Our Looks, Fair Nymph, You Guess
© Matthew Prior
While from our looks, fair nymph, you guess
The secret passions of our mind;
My heavy eyes, you say, confess
A heart to love and grief inclined.
Unknown Shores
© Théophile Gautier
Okay, my starsick beauty! -
blue jeans and tilting breasts,
child of Canaverel -
where would you like to go?
The Farmer's Boy - Summer
© Robert Bloomfield
Here, midst the boldest triumphs of her worth,
NATURE herself invites the REAPERS forth;
Dares the keen sickle from its twelvemonth's rest,
And gives that ardour which in every breast
From infancy to age alike appears,
When the first sheaf its plumy top uprears.
Song Of America
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And now, when poets are singing
Their songs of olden days,
And now, when the land is ringing
With sweet Centennial lays,
Clarence
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Clarence Lee from Tennessee
Loved the commercials he saw on TV.
He watched with wide believing eyes
And bought everything they advertised --
Hokku Poems in Four Seasons
© Yosa Buson
The year's first poem done,
with smug self confidence
a haikai poet.
To The Countess Of Exeter. Playing On The Lute
© Matthew Prior
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,
Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:
From Faust - VI. Scene--A Garden
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Go, ask the wisest who on earth e'er trod,--
Their answer will appear to be
Given alone in mockery.
