Love poems
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The Naiads' Music: From A Faun's Holiday
© Robert Nichols
Come, ye sorrowful, and steep
Your tired brows in a nectarous sleep:
For our kisses lightlier run
Than the traceries of the sun
A Test Of Love
© James Whitcomb Riley
"Now who shall say he loves me not."
He wooed her first in an atmosphere
A Rose O The Hills
© Madison Julius Cawein
The hills look down on wood and stream,
On orchard-land and farm;
And o'er the hills the azure-gray
Of heaven bends the livelong day
With thoughts of calm and storm.
The Penalty Of Genius
© James Whitcomb Riley
"When little 'Pollus Morton he's
A-go' to speak a piece, w'y, nen
The Teacher smiles an' says 'at she's
Most proud, of all her little men
An' women in her school--'cause 'Poll
He allus speaks the best of all.
'Yes'
© Charles Harpur
MY SOUL is raying like a star,
My heart is happier than a bird,
And all to hear through fortunes jar
One promissory word.
The Crocuses
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
In the everlasting arms
Mid life's dangers and alarms
Let calm trust your spirit fill;
Know He's God, and then be still.
Eclogue 6: To Varus
© Publius Vergilius Maro
First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
David
© Thomas Parnell
When e'er his flocks the lovely shepherd drove
To neighb'ring waters, to the neighb'ring grove;
To Jordan's flood refresh'd by cooling wind,
Or Cedron's brook to mossy banks confin'd,
In easy notes and guise of lowly swain,
'Twas thus he charm'd and taught the listning train.
The Pious Editor's Creed
© James Russell Lowell
I du believe in Freedom's cause,
Ez fur away ez Payris is;
The Game Of Our Hearts
© William Henry Ogilvie
Rash Youth coated with clay ;
Glory and glamour of speed,
And a right fox away.
Elegy IV
© Henry James Pye
The solemn hand of sable-suited night
Enwraps the silent earth with mantle drear;
Eight OClock
© Sara Teasdale
SUPPER comes at five o'clock,
At six, the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o'clock
But eight o'clock is far.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I will release my soul of argument.
He that would love must follow with shut eyes.
My reason of the years was discontent,
My treasure for all hope a vain surmise.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12:
© Conrad Aiken
The walls and roofs, the scarlet towers,
Sank down behind a rushing sky.
He heard a sweet song just begun
Abruptly shatter in tones and die.
It whirled away. Cold silence fell.
And again came tollings of a bell.
Elegy on the Death of a Child
© James Hogg
Fair was thy blossom, tender flower,
That open'd like the rose in May,
Though nursed beneath the chilly shower
Of fell regret, for love's decay.
Sonnet XLV: Secret Parting
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Because our talk was of the cloud-control
And moon-track of the journeying face of Fate,
Geraldine
© Henry Kendall
I think we lived a loftier life through hours of Long Ago,
For in the largened evening earth our spirits seemed to grow.
Well, that has passed, and here I stand, upon a lonely place,
While Night is stealing round the land, like Time across my face;
But I can calmly recollect our shadowy parting scene,
And swooning thoughts that had no voice no utterance, Geraldine.
Tale XV
© George Crabbe
transgress'd,
And while the anger kindled in his breast,
The pain must be endured that could not be
