Love poems
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In Memorium : Adam Lindsay Gordon
© Henry Kendall
AT rest! Hard by the margin of that sea
Whose sounds are mingled with his noble verse,
Z---------'s dream
© Anne Brontë
Unwonted weakness o'er me crept;
I sighed - nay, weaker still - I wept!
Wept, like a woman o'er the deed
I had been proud to do: -
As I had made his bosom bleed;
My own was bleeding too.
Drink the Nectar
© Mirabai
Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!
Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the mention of God (for your own sake).
Concupiscence, anger, pride, greed, attachment: wash these out of your consciousness.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover. Soak yourself in the dye of His colour.
Love And The Muse
© Mathilde Blind
STRUCK down by Love in cruel mood,
That I ever met Love I rued,
Bleeding and bruised I lay,
Wet was my face as with the salt sea spray.
Of Holiness Of Life
© John Bunyan
Now, then, if holiness thou wouldst obtain,
And wouldst a tender Christian man remain,
The Unfound City
© Margaret Widdemer
THERE is a city burning in a dream
All women know and search for secretly;
The swift rose-hearted flame's eternal stream
Laps round the changeless towers eternally.
Mystical Rose, Pray For Us!
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
O aptly named, Illustrious One!
Thou art that flower fair
The Power Of Hell
© John Le Gay Brereton
There is no place, he said,
For love or pity here;
We dread and only dread
The moods that once were dear.
Ode, Written On The Opening Of The Last Campaign
© Amelia Opie
Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain,
Nor wake so soon thy genial pow'r,
Address To My Infant Daughter, Dora On Being Reminded That She Was A Month Old That Day, September 1
© William Wordsworth
--HAST thou then survived-
Mild Offspring of infirm humanity,
The Coronation
© Thomas Hardy
Edward the Pious, and two Edwards more,
The second Richard, Henrys three or four;
Disillusioned - By an Ex-Enthusiast
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh, that my soul its gods could see
As years ago they seemed to me
When first I painted them;
Invested with the circumstance
Of old conventional romance:
Exploded theorem!
Nightmare At Noon
© Stephen Vincent Benet
But do not call it loud. There is plenty of time.
There is plenty of time, while the bombs on London fall
And turn the world to wind and water and fire.
There is time to sleep while the fire-bombs fall on London,
They are stubborn people in London.
Home, Sweet Home
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
"It shall be a royal mansion,
A fair and beautiful thing,
It will be the presence-chamber
Of thy Saviour, Lord and King.
Oh For A Day Of Spring
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh for a day of Spring,
A day of flowers and folly,
Of birds that pipe and sing
And boyhood's melancholy!
I would not grudge the laughter,
The tears that followed after.
On The Way To The Bottom
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
On the way to the bottom
I met an ole friend of mine
He said "Buddy, I do believe
this is the end of the line"
