Love poems
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L'Amour Du Mensonge
© John Hay
When I behold thee, O my indolent love,
To the sound of ringing brazen melodies,
Through garish halls harmoniously move,
Scattering a scornful light from languid eyes;
Pheidippides
© Robert Browning
First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock!
Gods of my birthplace, daemons and heroes, honour to all!
Then I name thee, claim thee for our patron, co-equal in praise
--Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with Her of the aegis and spear!
Also, ye of the bow and the buskin, praised be your peer,
The Tear
© George Gordon Byron
'O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros
Ducentium ortus ex animo; quater
Felix! in imo qui scatentem
Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.'~GRAY
XII: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland
© Benjamin Jonson
Madame,
VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold,
The New Exodus
© John Greenleaf Whittier
BY fire and cloud, across the desert sand,
And through the parted waves,
From their long bondage, with an outstretched hand,
God led the Hebrew slaves!
Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above
© Henry Francis Lyte
Pleasant are Thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
O Wind of God
© George MacDonald
O wind of God, that blowest in the mind,
Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me;
The New Remorse
© Oscar Wilde
But who is this who cometh by the shore?
(Nay, love, look up and wonder!) Who is this
Who cometh in dyed garments from the South?
It is thy new-found Lord, and he shall kiss
The yet unravished roses of thy mouth,
And I shall weep and worship, as before.
Book Of Suleika - The Loving One Speaks
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AND wherefore sends not
The horseman-captain
His heralds hither
Content Written Off Ithica
© Alfred Austin
I could not find the little maid Content,
So out I rushed, and sought her far and wide;
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 05
© William Langland
The Kyng and hise knyghtes to the kirke wente
To here matyns of the day and the masse after.
On The Palatine
© Arthur Symons
I have lived, loved, and lost; I crave
Nothing again of all life gave;
I only crave to find
Oblivion for the mind.
The Song Of The Bower
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
SAY, is it day, is it dusk in thy bower,
Thou whom I long for, who longest for me?
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HE LAMENTS THAT HIS LOVE IS DEAD
My love is dead, dead and in spite of me,--
Dead while I lived,--while yet my blood was rife
With hope and pleasure and the pride of life.
Tema Con Variazioni
© Lewis Carroll
I NEVER loved a dear Gazelle -
Nor anything that cost me much:
High prices profit those who sell;
But why should I be fond of such?
To glad me with his soft black eye
My son comes trotting home from school;
He's had a fight but can't tell why
He always was a little fool!"
Alison Gross
© Andrew Lang
O Alison Gross, that lives in yon tow'r,
The ugliest witch in the north countrie,
She trysted me ae day up till her bow'r,
And mony fair speeches she made to me.
Chant Before Battle
© Madison Julius Cawein
EVER since man was man a Fiend has stood
Outside his House of Good,
War, with his terrible toys, that win men's hearts
To follow murderous arts.
Bianca's Dream - A Venetian Story
© Thomas Hood
BIANCA!fair Bianca!who could dwell
With safety on her dark and hazel gaze,
Lines on Revisiting the Country
© William Cullen Bryant
I stand upon my native hills again,
Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky
With garniture of waving grass and grain,
Orchards, and beechen forests, basking lie,
While deep the sunless glens are scooped between,
Where brawl o'er shallow beds the streams unseen.
Sonnet XVIII: I Never Gave a Lock of Hair
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, dearest, except this to thee,
