Love poems
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Said The Skylark
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"O soft, small cloud, the dim, sweet dawn adorning,
Swan-like a-sailing on its tender grey;
Life is too short
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Life is too short for any vain regretting;
Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,
And let us go upon our way forgetting
The joys and sorrows of each yesterday
A Farewell
© William Wordsworth
FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,
Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare;
Olney Hymn 44: Submission
© William Cowper
O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.
The Sorrow Of Love
© William Butler Yeats
THE brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
One Life
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OH, I am hurt to death, my Love;
The shafts of Fate have pierced my striving heart,
The Lady of the Lake: Canto I. - The Chase
© Sir Walter Scott
Introduction.
Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
Outcast
© Ada Cambridge
And their accuser? She within the fold
That walks in light, bejewelled and belaced,
Who in cold blood, and not for love or need,
Sold the white flower of womanhood for gold;
The wedded harlot, rich and undisgraced,
The viler prostitute in mind and deed.
Comfort
© Katharine Tynan
Now she need dread no more to grow
Too old for him, she need not know
The bitterness when he who was
All hers turns to some younger face,
And she his mother stands aside,
Bidding her heart be satisfied.
Song Before Death: From the French
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
SWEET MOTHER, in a minutes span
Death parts thee and my love of thee;
Sweet love, that yet art living man,
Come back, true love, to comfort me.
Back, ah, come back! ah wellaway!
But my love comes not any day.
Sonnet. Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint'
© John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art --
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
To Any Friend
© George MacDonald
If I did seem to you no more
Than to myself I seem,
Not thus you would fling wide the door,
And on the beggar beam!
Wenn Ich, Beseligt
© Heinrich Heine
When Im made happy by lovely kisses,
Lying so sweetly in your arms prisons,
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second
© William Wordsworth
THE Harp in lowliness obeyed;
And first we sang of the greenwood shade
And a solitary Maid;
Beginning, where the song must end,
The Hymn of the Socialists
© Henry Lawson
By the rights that were always ours the rights that we neer enjoyed,
And the gloomy cloud that lowers on the brow of the unemployed;
By the struggling mothers and wives by girls in the streets of sin
We swear to strike when the time arrives, for our kind and our kith and kin!
To A Child Of Quality, Five Years Old. The Author Then Forty
© Matthew Prior
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summoned by her high command
To show their passions by their letters.
Can Such Things Be?
© Madison Julius Cawein
Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet
Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom,
To the Autumn
© James Montgomery
Sweet Sabbath of the year!
While evening lights decay,
Thy parting steps methinks I hear
Steal from the world away.
