Love poems
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Cottage-Songs
© George MacDonald
Close her eyes: she must not peep!
Let her little puds go slack;
Slide away far into sleep:
Sis will watch till she comes back!
Happiness
© Edith Wharton
THIS perfect love can find no words to say.
What words are left, still sacred for our use,
Lines
© Louisa Lawson
Oh, there is a being that haunteth my dreams
When night sendeth slumber to me,
So like thee that of ten in waking it seems
It cannot be other than thee.
The Comparison, the Choice, and the Enjoyment.
© Mather Byles
I.
Who on the Earth, or in the Skies,
Thy Beauties can declare?
Jesus, dear Object of my Eyes,
My Everlasting Fair.
On Visiting the Graves of Hawthorne and Thoreau
© Jones Very
Beneath these shades, beside yon winding stream,
Lies Hawthorne's manly form, the mortal part!
I Loved
© Vahan Tekeyan
I loved; yet not even one
Of those I loved ever knew
How dearly, how well I loved...
Who knows how to read the heart?
From The Spanish Of Pedro De Castro Y Anaya
© William Cullen Bryant
Stay, rivulet, nor haste to leave
The lovely vale that lies around thee.
Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve,
When but a fount the morning found thee?
Bring Perfumes Sweet To Me
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
My heart threw back the veil of woe,
Consoled by Hafiz melody:
From out the street of So-and-So,
Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me!
Thomas Decker: VIII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
O sweetest heart of all thy time save one,
Star seen for loves sake nearest to the sun,
Hung lamplike oer a dense and doleful city,
Not Shakespeares very spirit, howeer more great,
Than thine toward man was more compassionate,
Nor gave Christ praise from lips more sweet with pity.
We Were Pharaoh's Bondmen
© John Newton
Beneath the tyrant Satan's yoke
Our souls were long oppressed;
Till grace our galling fetters broke,
And gave the weary rest.
Only Love May Lead Love In
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Love must kiss that mortals eyes
Who hopes to see fair Arcady.
How Salvator Won
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone,
More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne.
I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shout
Went up from the people who watched me ride out;
And the cheers that rang forth from that warm-hearted crowd,
Were as earnest as those to which monarch e'er bowed.
The Progress Of Marriage
© Jonathan Swift
So have I seen within a pen,
Young ducklings fostered by a hen;
But when let out, they run and muddle,
As instinct leads them, in a puddle;
The sober hen, not born to swim,
With mournful note clucks round the brim.
To My Mother Earth
© George MacDonald
O Earth, Earth, Earth,
I am dying for love of thee,
For thou hast given me birth,
And thy hands have tended me.
April Treason
© John Crowe Ransom
So he took her as anointed
In the part he had appointed,
She was lips for smiling faintly,
Eyes to look and level quaintly,
Length of limb and splendors of the bust
Which he honored as he must.
The Orphan
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Alone, alone! - no other face
Wears kindred smile, kindred line;
The Symptoms of Love
© William Cowper
Would my Delia know if I love, let her take
My last thought at night, and the first when I wake;
With my prayers and best wishes preferred for her sake.
