Love poems
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Eva
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Dry the tears for holy Eva,
With the blessed angels leave her;
Of the form so soft and fair
Give to earth the tender care.
An Evening Prayer
© George MacDonald
I am a bubble
Upon thy ever-moving, resting sea:
Oh, rest me now from tossing, trespass, trouble!
Take me down into thee.
The Pledge At Spunky Point
© John Hay
A Tale of Earnest Effort and Human Perfidy
It's all very well for preaching
Peace-Hymn Of The Republic
© Henry Van Dyke
O Lord our God, Thy mighty hand
Hath made our country free;
Choriambics
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
What strange faces of dreams, voices that called, hands that were raised to wave,
Lured or led thee, alas, out of the sun, down to the sunless grave?
An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before The Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Arise, arise, arise!
There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread;
Be your wounds like eyes
To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead.
Goodbye
© Antonio de Castro Alves
GOODBYE - O ungrateful child!
You said to me - goodbye -?
Madness! better it would be
To separate the land from the skies.
To Rosa ----: Acrostic
© Henry Timrod
I took a Rosebud from a certain bower,
And by its side placed an Orange flower,
Then with the Speedwell, blended the perfume
And the sweet beauty of an Apple-bloom,
And thus, 't is one of the loveliest feats,
Is spelled a gentle lady's name in sweets.
To Olinthus Gregory, On Hearing Of The Death Of His Eldest Son, Who Was Drowned As He Was Returning
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
IS there a spot where Pity's foot,
Although unsandalled, fears to tread,
A silence where her voice is mute,
Where tears, and only tears, are shed?
Praise For The Incarnation
© John Newton
Sweeter sounds than music knows
Charm me in Immanuel's name;
All her hopes my spirit owes
To his birth, and cross, and shame.
A Picture
© John Henry Newman
"The maiden is not dead, but sleepeth."
She is not gone;still in our sight
That dearest maid shall live,
In form as true, in tints as bright,
As youth and health could give.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
WRITTEN IN DISTRESS
We sometimes sit in darkness. I long while
Have sat there, in a shadow as of death.
My friends and comforters no longer smile,
The Banks Of Wye - Book IV
© Robert Bloomfield
Here ivy'd fragments, lowering, throw
Broad shadows on the poor below,
Who, while they rest, and when they die,
Sleep on the rock-built shores of WYE.
The Gloomy Night Is Gath'ring Fast
© Robert Burns
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
Loud roars the wild inconstant blast;
Upon a Table-Book presented to a Lady
© Henry King
VVhen your fair hand receives this little book
You must not there for prose or verses look.
Those empty regions which within you see,
May by your self planted and peopled be:
Jealousy
© Rupert Brooke
When I see you, who were so wise and cool,
Gazing with silly sickness on that fool
From The Sunshine of the Gods
© James Bayard Taylor
AH, moment not to be purchased,
Not to be won by prayer,
