Love poems
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Idyll IX. Pastorals
© Theocritus
DAPHNIS. MENALCAS. A SHEPHERD.
SHEPHERD.
A song from Daphnis! Open he the lay,
He open: and Menalcas follow next:
The Fakeham Ghost
© Robert Bloomfield
The Lawns were dry in Euston Park;
(Here Truth inspires my Tale)
The lonely footpath, still and dark,
Led over Hill and Dale.
Love Unknown
© George Herbert
Deare friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad:
And in my faintings I presume your love
Genevieve
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Maid of my love! sweet Genevieve!
In beauty's light you glide along;
Your eye is like the star of eve,
And sweet your voice, as seraph's song.
Desire
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame ;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
On His Ladies Waking
© Pierre de Ronsard
My lady woke upon a morning fair,
What time Apollos chariot takes the skies,
Olney Hymn 41: Mourning And Longing
© William Cowper
The Saviour hides His face;
My spirit thirsts to prove
Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace,
And never-fading love.
SONG OF THE CLOUDS (from The Clouds)
© Aristophanes
CLOUD-MAIDENS that float on forever,
Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair,
"I bought a red hat"
© Lesbia Harford
I bought a red hat
To please my lover.
He will hardly see it
When he looks me over,
Hymn For The House Of Worship At Georgetown, Erected In Memory Of A Mother
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Thou dwellest not, O Lord of all
In temples which thy children raise;
Our work to thine is mean and small,
And brief to thy eternal days.
The Saints Ascend To Heaven
© Michael Wigglesworth
The Saints behold with courage bold, and thankful wonderment.
To see all those that were their foes thus sent to punishment:
Then do they sing unto their King a Song of endless Praise:
They praise his Name, and do proclaim that just are all his ways.
Sonnet 88: "When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,..."
© William Shakespeare
When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Weary Of The World, And With Heaven Most Dear
© Thomas Kingo
Farewell, world, farewell
As thrall here Im weary and no more will dwell,
Camp Followers
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,
Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods
© George Gordon Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
The Spanish Chapel
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
I made a mountain-brook my guide
Thro' a wild Spanish glen,
And wandered, on its grassy side,
Far from the homes of men.
Roses, Birds And Some Men
© Edgar Albert Guest
The world is full of roses, blooming red for me I and you,
They smile a morning welcome and are wet with heavenly dew,
On The Jungfrau, By Moonlight
© Richard Monckton Milnes
The maiden moon is resting
The maiden mount above,
They gaze upon each other,
With cold majestic love.
Mogg Megone - Part I.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,
Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,
Admonition
© William Wordsworth
WELL may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eye!
The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook
