Love poems
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The Dream
© Caroline Hayward
He sees it all - and a secret pang,
Through that all unconquered spirit rang,
And I turned to look on the conqueror dread,
I woke, 'twas a dream, and the vision fled.
Ode to Evening
© William Taylor Collins
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,
Waiting
© Madison Julius Cawein
Come to the hills, the woods are green--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
There is a brook that flows between
Two mossy trees where we can meet,
Where we can meet and speak unseen.
Monday In Easter Week
© John Keble
Go up and watch the new-born rill
Just trickling from its mossy bed,
Streaking the heath-clad hill
With a bright emerald thread.
An Ode - Humbly Inscribed To The Queen, On the Glorious Success of Her Majesty's Arms
© Matthew Prior
When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,
And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,
Sonnet I: Love Enthroned
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:
Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;
A Warm House And A Ruddy Fire
© Edgar Albert Guest
A warm house and a ruddy fire,
To what more can man aspire?
Sonnet XXII: When Our Two Souls Stand Up
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Roman Girl's Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore
Thou satst a queen.
What Do Poets Want With Gold?
© Archibald Lampman
What do poets want with gold,
Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;
Are not crusts and garments old
Better for their souls than these?
Love-Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
If Death should claim me for her own to-day,
And softly I should falter from your side,
The Brook
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BUT yesterday this brook was bright,
And tranquil as the clear moonlight,
That wooes the palms on Orient shores,
But now, it hoarse, dark stream, it pours
Corydon's Supplication To Phyllis
© Nicholas Breton
Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain
May sue to thee for grace,
The Beautiful Squatter
© Charles Harpur
Where the wandering Barwin delighteth the eye,
Befringed with the myall and golden-bloomed gorse,
The Lovers
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The Lovers
will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can
tear away the veils of intellect and
Hide and Seek
© Henry Van Dyke
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still,
All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the hill;
The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse
© Henry Adamson
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,
Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,
Sonnet 54: Because I Breathe
© Sir Philip Sidney
Because I breathe not love to every one,
Nor do not use set colours for to wear,
To Fredrika Bremer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Seeress of the misty Norland,
Daughter of the Vikings bold,
Welcome to the sunny Vineland,
Which thy fathers sought of old!
