Love poems
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Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
© William Shakespeare
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
The Bond
© Arthur Symons
Beloved, and Stranger to me than my foe,
And nearer to me than my breath, and my peace and my strife,
R. S. S., At Deer Island On The Merrimac
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac,
From wave and shore a low and long lament
Specimen Of Translation From The Ajax Of Sophocles
© James Clerk Maxwell
O had he first been swept away,
Through air by wild winds tossed,
My Christian Name
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
MY Christian name, my Christian name,
I never hear it now:
None have the right to utter it,
'T is lost, I scare know how.
My worldly name the world speaks loud;
Thank God for well-earned fame!
The Night Journey
© Rupert Brooke
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;
The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies.
Beyond the great-swung arc o' the roof, divine,
Night, smoky-scarv'd, with thousand coloured eyes
Bare Boughs
© Madison Julius Cawein
O heart,-that beat the bird's blithe blood,
The blithe bird's strain, and understood
The song it sang to leaf and bud,-
What dost thou in the wood?
Anacreontics, The Epicure
© Abraham Cowley
UNDERNEATH this myrtle shade,
On flowerly beds supinely laid,
Grace And Love
© George Meredith
Two flower-enfolding crystal vases she
I love fills daily, mindful but of one:
When All Is Done
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When all is done, and my last word is said,
And ye who loved me murmur, "He is dead,"
Let no one weep, for fear that I should know,
And sorrow too that ye should sorrow so.
Ode:Inscribed to W.H. Channing
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honeyed thought
For the priest's cant,
Or statesman's rant.
The Lovers
© Conrad Aiken
In this glass palace are flowers in golden baskets.
In that grim brownstone castle are silver caskets.
The caskets watch and wait, and the baskets wait,
for a certain day and hour, and a certain date.
Bigotry.
© Robert Crawford
How often our beliefs more than our doubts
Ruin and mar us here, clog the soul's feet,
And shackle the heart's best impulses so,
That for Heaven's love we do inhuman things,
And with a (Unclear quietude
Hear babes moan in the everlasting fire!
De Stove Pipe Hole
© William Henry Drummond
Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu,
W'en ev'ry wan he's go couché, an' dog was quiet, too--
Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,
Was leevin' on her fader's place, Maxime de Forgeron.
Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly!
© John Keats
1.
Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!
All the house is asleep, but we know very well
That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear.
Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Clapham Academy
© Thomas Hood
Ah me! those old familiar bounds!
That classic house, those classic grounds
My pensive thought recalls!
What tender urchins now confine,
What little captives now repine,
Within yon irksome walls?
The Disagreeable Man
© William Schwenck Gilbert
If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am:
I'm a genuine philanthropist - all other kinds are sham.
Paralysis
© Rupert Brooke
For moveless limbs no pity I crave,
That never were swift! Still all I prize,
Laughter and thought and friends, I have;
No fool to heave luxurious sighs
For the woods and hills that I never knew.
The more excellent way's yet mine! And you
The Year-King
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
It is the last of all the days,
The day on which the Old Year dies.
Ah! yes, the fated hour is near;
I see upon his snow-white bier
Outstretched the weary wanderer lies,
And mark his dying gaze.
