Love poems
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To - -
© Henry Kendall
AH, often do I wait and watch,
And look up, straining through the Real
With longing eyes, my friend, to catch
Faint glimpses of your white Ideal.
Greeks
© Gamaliel Bradford
You really can't imagine how I love the ancient Greeks.
I love the dancing language where their mobile spirit speaks.
I love the songs of Homer, flowing on like streams of light,
With a touch of human kindness in the splendid shock of fight.
Book Of Love - Love's Torments
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LOVE's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
They found ere long my desert breast,
And nestled in its vacancy.
Rebel Hearts
© John Le Gay Brereton
An outcry in the bush below,
A crash, and boughs that sway,
And shouts of laughter let me know
Where my two ruffians play.
Song of the Dardanelles
© Henry Lawson
The Wireless tells and the cable tells
How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.
Lady That Hast my Heart
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
And ever, since the time that Hafiz heard
His Lady's voice, as from a rocky hill
Reverberates the softly spoken word,
So echoes of desire his bosom fill.
The Enchanted Mirror
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Lords, ladies, gazed! the prospect pleased them well;
"Ah, heavens!" they sighed, "how irresistible!"
E'en the coarse hag, foul, wrinkled, and unclean,
Beamed like a blushing virgin of sixteen.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The poets, every one, have sung of passion.
But which has sung of friendship, man with man?
Love seeks its price, but friendship has a fashion
Larger to give, and of less selfish plan.
Hymn XXIII: Extended on a Cursed Tree
© Charles Wesley
Extended on a cursed tree,
Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood,
See there, the king of glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God.
On The Rising Of The Sun
© John Bunyan
Look, look, brave Sol doth peep up from beneath,
Shows us his golden face, doth on us breathe;
Love Pure And Fervent
© William Cowper
Jealous, and with love o'erflowing,
God demands a fervent heart;
Grace and bounty still bestowing,
Calls us to a grateful part.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part VI.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.
Dark matrix she, from which the human soul
Song II
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Ah! words are useless, words are vain,
Thy generous sympathy to prove;
And well that sign, those looks explain,
That Clara mourns my hapless love.
A Day Of Sunshine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Tale VI
© George Crabbe
need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits
Light Of Love
© Dorothy Parker
Joy stayed with me a night -
Young and free and fair -
And in the morning light
He left me there.
Fuscara; or, the Bee Errant
© John Cleveland
Nature's confectioner, the bee
(Whose suckets are moist alchemy,
Autumn Fears
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The weary, dreary, dripping rain,
From morn till night, from night till morn,
A Blessing
© John Hay
When I look on thee and feel how dear,
How pure, and how fair thou art,
Into my eyes there steals a tear,
And a shadow mingled of love and fear
Creeps slowly over my heart.
