Love poems
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Maud
© Alfred Tennyson
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
Truth
© William Cowper
Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd,
His ship half founder'd, and his compass lost,
Anchored To The Infinite
© Edwin Markham
The builder who first bridged Niagaras gorge,
Before he swung his cable, shore to shore,
Metamorphoses: Book The Fifth
© Ovid
The End of the Fifth 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
AN ELEGY Occasioned by the losse of the most incomparable Lady Stanhope, daughter to the Earl of Nor
© Henry King
Lightned by that dimme Torch our sorrow bears
We sadly trace thy Coffin with our tears;
And though the Ceremonious Rites are past
Since thy fair body into earth was cast;
Welcome, May
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Welcome, May! welcome, May!
Thou hast been too long away,
All the widow'd wintry hours
Wept for thee, gentle May;
But the fault was only ours-
We were sad when thou wert gay!
The Old Swimmin' Hole
© James Whitcomb Riley
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,
The Double-Headed Snake of Newbury
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Far away in the twilight time
Of every people, in every clime,
Pity Me, Loo!
© Henry Clay Work
On the sunset borders of the mountains I stray,
Of a dear home dreaming 'yond the snow peaks far away,
While the bubbling brook beside me goes dancing along,
As it seeks the "Golden Gate" of the ocean blue;
And a lone bird murmurs in the bush-top his song-
"Pity me, Loo!" "Pity me, Loo!" "Pity me, Loo!"
Despair
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I have experienc'd
The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst
That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb
With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer--
"She has all Ireland in her blood"
© Lesbia Harford
She has all Ireland in her blood,
All Ireland's need of sword and tears,
With memories dim before the flood,
And conflicts of a thousand years.
The Vanguard [11]
© Henry Lawson
The cities were silent, the people were glum,
No sound of a bugle, no tap of a drum;
Our enemies mighty and Parliaments sour,
Our Lands lovers few, and no Man of the Hour.
The Girl turned her nose up (maybe twas before),
And they voted us Cracked when we marched to the war.
Cupid And Swallows Flying From Winter. By Dagley
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Where the sunny eyes whose beams
Waken'd me from my soft dreams?--
These are with the swallows gone,--
Beauty's heart is chill'd to stone.
Death Is Here And Death Is There
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Death is here and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
Above is deathand we are death.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 11
© William Langland
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,
And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,
And seide, " Multi multa sciunt et seipsos nesciunt.'
Tho wepte I for wo andwrathe of hir speche
And in a wynkynge w[o]rth til I [weex] aslepe.
The Dunciad: Book IV
© Alexander Pope
She mounts the throne: her head a cloud conceal'd,
In broad effulgence all below reveal'd;
('Tis thus aspiring Dulness ever shines)
Soft on her lap her laureate son reclines.
"I must be dreaming through the days"
© Lesbia Harford
I must be dreaming through the days
And see the world with childish eyes
If I'd go singing all my life
And my songs be wise
October
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IT is no joy to me to sit
On dreamy summer eves,
When silently the timid moon
Kisses the sleeping leaves,
Crazy Jane On God
© William Butler Yeats
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in God.
