Love poems
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The Third Monarchy, being the Grecian, beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112. Olympiad.
© Anne Bradstreet
Great Alexander was wise Philips son,
He to Amyntas, Kings of Macedon;
To Ellinda Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox
© Richard Lovelace
I.
How I grieve that I am well!
All my health was in my sicknes,
Go then, Destiny, and tell,
Very death is in this quicknes.
From Allan Cunningham, To George Borrow, On His Proposing To Translate The Kiaepe Viser
© George Borrow
Sing, sing, my friend; breathe life again
Through Norways song and Denmarks strain:
A Ballad Sent to King Richard
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Sometime this world was so steadfast and stable,
That man's word was held obligation;
The Church Militant
© George Herbert
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throne
Seest and rulest all things ev'n as one:
By A Grave. In Spring.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AH, mother! canst thou feel her? . . . spring has come!
Birds sing, brooks murmur, woods no more are dumb;
And for each grief that vexed thine earthly hour,
Nature has kissed thy grave! and lo! . . . a flower.
The Sun Wields Mercy
© Charles Bukowski
and the sun wields mercy
but like a jet torch carried to high,
A Huguenot
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Oh, a gallant set were they,
As they charged on us that day,
A thousand riding like one!
Their trumpets crying,
And their white plumes flying,
And their sabres flashing in the sun.
Vision of Columbus Book 3
© Joel Barlow
Now, twice twelve years, the children of the skies
Beheld in peace their growing empire rise;
A Coast View
© Charles Harpur
High mid the shelves of a grey cliff, that yet
Riseth in Babylonian mass above,
The Heart Of Night
© Bliss William Carman
O doubter of the light,
Confused by fear and wrong,
Lean on the heart of night
And let love make thee strong!
Ragnarok
© Kenneth Allott
Our Trojan world is polarised to mourn;
To dream and find a black spot on the sun,
And wake to love and find our lover gone.
Morning At Sea In The Tropics
© George Gordon McCrae
Night waned and wasted, and the fading stars
Died out like lamps that long survived a feast,
And the moon, pale with watching, sank to rest
Behind the cloud-piled ramparts of the main.
L'amour Par Terre
© Paul Verlaine
The wind the other night blew down the Love
That in the dimmest corner of the park
So subtly used to smile, bending his arc,
And sight of whom did us so deeply move
After the Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies)
© James Kenneth Stephen
She's not a faultless woman; no!
She's not an angel in disguise:
She has her rivals here below:
She's not an unexampled prize:
Dream With Clam-Diggers
© Sylvia Plath
This dream budded bright with leaves around the edges,
Its clear air winnowed by angels; she was come
Back to her early sea-town home
Scathed, stained after tedious pilgrimages.
The Book-Worm
© Thomas Parnell
Bring Homer, Virgil, Tasso near,
To pile a sacred Altar here;
Hold, Boy, thy Hand out-run thy Wit,
You reach'd the Plays that D---s writ;
You reach'd me Ph---s rustick Strain;
Pray take your mortal Bards again.
Limitations Of Benevolence
© Julia Ward Howe
"The beggar boy is none of mine,"
The reverend doctor strangely said;
"I do not walk the streets to pour
Chance benedictions on his head.
