Love poems
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The Influence Of Woman
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHAT would be the use of singing songs
If there was no little woman near to hear them?
Sappho
© John Kenyon
Two graceful portals led to Sappho's bower;
Two fitly graceful portals. By the one,
Inscriptions on a Sun-Dial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
For Dr Henry L Bowditch
With warning hand I mark Time's rapid
The Skylark
© William Shenstone
Go, tuneful bird! that gladd'st the skies.
To Daphne's window speed thy way,
And there on quivering pinions rise,
And there thy vocal art display.
To One in Grief
© Katharine Tynan
SIMON the Cyrenean bore
The Cross of Christ up Calvary Hill.
Blessed be Simon's lot before
Honour and ease and world's good-will
You,--you would choose his lot above
All gifts and glories, yea, all love!
Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The First
© Francis Thompson
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,
The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.
The New Days
© Edgar Albert Guest
The old days, the old days, how oft the poets sing,
The days of hope at dewy morn, the days of early spring,
The Path Of Life
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
So along the path we wanderedoh! the bliss of those short hours!
Youth and Hope and Joy together 'mid the everblooming flowers
That on life's smooth path were glowing soft beneath my naked feet,
Till I envied nought in Heaven, thinking here my lot complete.
Spectator ab Extra
© Arthur Hugh Clough
As I sat in the Café I said to myself,
They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,
They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking,
But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking
How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!
How pleasant it is to have money.
Sonnet: Spirit Of Love
© Dante Alighieri
I felt a spirit of love begin to stir
Within my heart, long time unfelt till then;
Poem For The Dedication Of The Fountain At Stratford-On-Avon
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PRESENTED BY GEORGE W. CHILDS, OF PHILADELPHIA
WELCOME, thrice welcome is thy silvery gleam,
Cyclamen
© Robert Fuller Murray
I had a plant which would not thrive,
Although I watered it with care,
I could not save the blossoms fair,
Nor even keep the leaves alive.
The Cat That Walked by Himself
© Rudyard Kipling
Pussy can sit by the fire and sing,
Pussy can climb a tree,
Rubaiyat 05
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I put my arms around your waist,
A lovers embrace to taste.
From your resolve its obvious
All my efforts will go to waste.
The Orange-Peel In The Gutter
© Mathilde Blind
BEHOLD, unto myself I said,
This place how dull and desolate,
Leaning Into The Afternoons
© Pablo Neruda
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
