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Lazy

© James Weldon Johnson

Some men enjoy the constant strife

Of days with work and worry rife,

Approaching Night

© John Clare

Go with your tauntings, go;
Neer think to hurt me so;
I'll scoff at your disdain.
Cold though the winter blow,
When hills are free from snow
It will be spring again.

Sonnet LXVI: I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

© Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

Eternal life - a river gulphed in sands!
Undying fame - a rainbow lost in clouds!
What hope of immortality remains
But this: "Some soul that loves and understands
Shall save thee from the darkness that enshrouds";
And this: "Thy blood shall course in others' veins"?

To Lorenzo

© Amelia Opie

Go, distant shores and brighter conquests seek,
But my affection will your scorn survive!
For not from radiant eyes or crimson cheek
My fondness I, or you your power derive;-

The City Tree

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

I stand within the stony, arid town,
I gaze for ever on the narrow street;
I hear for ever passing up and down,
The ceaseless tramp of feet.

Decius Brutus, On The Coast Of Portugal

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Never did Day, her heat and trouble o'er,
Proclaim herself more blest,
Than when, beside that Lusitanian shore,
She wooed herself to rest:

Written At Paris, 1700. In The Beginning Of Robe's Geography

© Matthew Prior

Then as thou wilt dispose the rest
(And let not Fortune spoil the jest)
To those who at the market-rate
Can barter honour for estate.

To A Successful Man

© Alfred Noyes

(WHAT THE GHOSTS SAID.)
And after all the labour and the pains,
After the heaping up of gold on gold,
After success that locked your feet in chains,
And left you with a heart so tired and old,

Le Vieux Temps

© William Henry Drummond

Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me-so

An' I will tole you story of old tam long ago-

When An Old Man Gets To Thinking

© Edgar Albert Guest

When an old man gets to thinking of the years he's traveled through,
He hears again the laughter of the little ones he knew.
He isn't counting money, and he isn't planning schemes;
He's at home with friendly people in the shadow of his dreams.

The Second Madrigal

© Anna Swirszczynska

A night of love with you,
a big baroque battle
and two victories.

Myrtilla

© Washington Allston

"Ah me! how sad," Myrtilla cried,
"To waste alone my years!"
While o'er a streamlet's flow'ry side
She pensive hung, and watch'd the tide
That dimpled with her tears.

Auri Sacra Fames

© George Essex Evans

Gone are the mists of old in the light of the larger day!
Gone is the foolish hope, the trust in a Power above!
Science has swept the heavens and brushed religion away!
What need we hope or fear? Warfare is clothed like Love!
Priestcraft is but a tradesouls can be bought and sold!
Why should we seek for a godnow that our god is Gold?

Twenty-One Love Poems IV

Shine, Republic

The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining, of
water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness
And reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom
has been the quality of Western man.

What Love Is Like

© Piet Hein

Love is like
a pineapple,
sweet and
undefinable.

Dickens

METHINKS the air
Throbs with the tolling of harmonious bells,
Rung by the bands of spirits; everywhere
We feel the presence of a soft despair
And thrill to voices of divine farewells.

Ballade Of Blind Love

© Andrew Lang

Queen, when the clay is my coverlet,
When I am dead, and when you are grey,
Vow, where the grass of the grave is wet,
"I shall never forget till my dying day!"