Love poems
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A Lament
© Charles Harpur
Ah! what can be flowers in their gladness to me,
Or the voices that people the green forest tree,
Or the full joy of streamssince my soul sighs, ah me!
Oer the grave of my Mary.
In The Carolinas
© Wallace Stevens
The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
Already the new-born children interpret love
In the voices of mothers.
Song Of Despair
© Pablo Neruda
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Lord! it is not life to live
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Lord! it is not life to live
If thy presence Thou deny:
Personality
© James Lionel Michael
A change! no, surely, not a change,
The change must be before we die;
Death may confer a wider range,
From pole to pole, from sea to sky,
It cannot make me new or strange
To mine own Personality!
A Domestic Scene
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
'Twas early day - and sunlight stream'd
Soft through a quiet room,
Upon a Visit to a Lady of Quality
© William Shenstone
On fair Asteria's blissful plains,
Where ever-blooming fancy reigns,
How pleased we pass the winter's day,
And charm the dull-eyed Spleen away!
The Shadow And The Light
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The fourteen centuries fall away
Between us and the Afric saint,
And at his side we urge, to-day,
The immemorial quest and old complaint.
Little Lotties Grievance
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
MAMA'S in heaven! and so, you see
My sister Bet's mamma to me.
Oh! yes, I love her!--that's to say,
I love her well the whole bright day;
Come, Sinners, to the Gospel Feast
© Charles Wesley
Come, sinners, to the gospel feast,
Let every soul be Jesu's guest;
Ye need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.
Bayonet Song
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
For till you show me the Sacred Word
I'm for Peter and his good sword,
Only I hope if we'd drilled him here
He'd not have missed the head for the ear.
Cathchism
© John Keble
Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes
To childish ears are vain,
That the young mind at random floats,
And cannot reach the strain.
Hast Thou Forgotten Me?
© Philip Joseph Holdsworth
HAST thou forgotten me? the days are dark
Light ebbs from heaven, and songless soars the lark
Paradise Lost : Book VI.
© John Milton
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued,
Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn,
Love Of My Love
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O Love of my Love, O blue,
Blue sky that over me bends!
The height and the light are you,
And I the lark that ascends,
Names Upon a Stone: (Inscribed to G. L. Fagan, Esq.)
© Henry Kendall
ACROSS bleak widths of broken sea
A fierce north-easter breaks,
The Glance
© George Herbert
When first thy sweet and gracious eye
Vouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and night
Candy Man
© Roald Dahl
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two
The candy man, the candy man can
The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good
