Love poems
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Evangeline: Part The Second. IV.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains
Lift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.
The Summer Pool
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
THERE is a singing in the summer air,
The blue and brown moths flutter oer the grass,
Ode To Despair
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF EMMELINE.
THOU spectre of terrific mien!
Lord of the hopeless heart and hollow eye,
In whose fierce train each form is seen
Birthday Lines For K.B.
© Joseph Furphy
Life is a Poem, short or long,
A dismal Dirge, or jovial Song,
A Psalm of faith, or Lay of Pride,
One stanza by each year supplied.
They Who Tread the Path of Labor
© Henry Van Dyke
They who tread the path of labor follow where My feet have trod;
They who work without complaining, do the holy will of God;
Nevermore thou needest seek me; I am with thee everywhere;
Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me, clease the wood and I am there.
The King of Canoodle-Dum
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The story of FREDERICK GOWLER,
A mariner of the sea,
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
© Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
The Course Of Life
© Friedrich Hölderlin
You too wanted better things, but love
forces all of us down. Sorrow bends us more
forcefully, but the arc doesn't return to its
point of origin without a reason.
Concerning Resolution
© Thomas Parnell
Happy the man whose firm resolves obtain
Assisting Grace to burst his sinfull chain
Les Bijoux (The Jewels)
© Charles Baudelaire
La très chère était nue, et, connaissant mon coeur,
Elle n'avait gardé que ses bijoux sonores,
Dont le riche attirail lui donnait l'air vainqueur
Qu'ont dans leurs jours heureux les esclaves des Mores.
And If You Came
© Margaret Widdemer
AND if you came? Oh, I would smile
And sit quite still to hide
My throat that something clutched the while,
My heart that struck my side.
Among The Narcissi
© Sylvia Plath
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,
Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.
He is recuperating from something on the lung.
Summer Dawn
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
SOME summer mornings when you've taken tea
Too late the night before perhaps you'll see,
If at some Berkshire farmhouse far away
You chance to wake while yet the sky is gray,
A Canadian Snow Fall
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Come to the casement, well watch the snow
Softly descending on earth below,
Fairer and whiter than spotless down
Or the pearls that gleam in a monarchs crown,
Clothing the earth in its robes bright flow;
Is it not lovelythe pure white snow?
