Love poems
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The Poet and the Dun
© William Shenstone
"These are messengers
That feelingly persuade me what I am." -Shakspeare.
For A Favorite Granddaughter
© Dorothy Parker
Never love a simple lad,
Guard against a wise,
Shun a timid youth and sad,
Hide from haunted eyes.
Spring.
© Robert Crawford
It is the courier of the Seasons come,
September's squire, with dreamy gusts and gleams,
Who posts a vision round the changing sphere,
An ancient meaning in his lovely eyes.
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
© William Wordsworth
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,
While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,
Pinions that fanned the teeming mould
Of Eden's blissful wilderness,
Did only softly-stealing hours
There close the peaceful lives of flowers?
A New Temperance Poem, in Memory of My Departed Parents
© William Topaz McGonagall
My parents were sober living, and often did pray
For their family to abstain from intoxicating drink alway;
Because they knew it would lead them astray
Which no God fearing man will dare to gainsay.
To H.W.L.
© James Russell Lowell
ON HIS BIRTHDAY
I need not praise the sweetness of his song,
Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds
Smooth as our Charles, when, fearing lest he wrong
The new moon's mirrored skiff, he slides along,
Full without noise, and whispers in his reeds.
My God, I thank Thee who hast made
© Adelaide Anne Procter
My God, I thank Thee who hast made
The earth so bright;
So full of splendour and of joy,
Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right!
Sailing Ships
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay
I with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,
Sacred To the Memory of Algernon R. G. Stanhope
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE silver cord is loosed, he said,
The golden bowl is broken;
The Tame Bird Was In A Cage
© Rabindranath Tagore
THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
Song
© Rupert Brooke
The way of love was thus.
He was born one winter morn
With hands delicious,
And it was well with us.
Marianne's Dream
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
1.
A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,
And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!
I know the secrets of the air,
The Convivial Book - Ye've Often, For Our Drunkenness,
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Blamed us in ev'ry way,
And, in abuse of drunkenness,
In The Twilight
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
NOT bed-time yet! The night-winds blow,
The stars are out,--full well we know
Aurora Leigh: Book Eighth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In my ears
The sound of waters. There he stood, my king!
To One Shortly To Die
© Walt Whitman
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you:
You are to die-Let others tell you what they please, I cannot
prevaricate,
I am exact and merciless, but I love you-There is no escape for you.
Waiting For Breakfast, While She Brushed Her Hair
© Philip Larkin
Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair,
I looked down at the empty hotel yard
