Love poems
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The Cheval-Glass
© Thomas Hardy
Why do you harbour that great cheval-glass
Filling up your narrow room?
You never preen or plume,
Or look in a week at your full-length figure -
Picture of bachelor gloom!
The Triumph Of Charis
© Benjamin Jonson
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Finisterre
© Sylvia Plath
This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic,
Cramped on nothing. Black
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
© Thomas Parnell
Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
In The Dusky Path Of A Dream
© Rabindranath Tagore
IN the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life.
The Great Conch Train Robbery
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
'Twas sunset down in old Key West
The locals all were high.
Ode upon the Censure of his New Inn
© Benjamin Jonson
Come, leave the loathed stage,
And the more loathsome age;
Epigram On The Death Of Edward Forbes
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
NATURE, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He wood and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showd him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.
To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
BEYOND the north wind lay the land of old
Where men dwelt blithe and blameless, clothed and fed
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Amid the hospitable glow,
Like an old actor on the stage,
With the uncertain voice of age,
The singing chimney chanted low
The homely songs of long ago.
The South Wind And The Sun
© James Whitcomb Riley
O The South Wind and the Sun!
How each loved the other one
Reality
© Rabia al Basri
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
To The Lady H.O.
© Caroline Norton
I.
COME o'er the green hills to the sunny sea!
The boundless sea that washeth many lands,
Where shells unknown to England, fair and free,
To Charles Cowden Clarke
© John Keats
Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning,
And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning;
He slants his neck beneath the waters bright
So silently, it seems a beam of light
The Poet To Nature
© Alice Meynell
I have no secrets from thee, lyre sublime,
My lyre whereof I make my melody.
I sing one way like the west wind through thee,
With my whole heart, and hear thy sweet strings chime.
Adventure of a Poet
© Robert Fuller Murray
As I was walking down the street
A week ago,
Near Henderson's I chanced to meet
A man I know.
The Song Of Loved Ones
© Edgar Albert Guest
The father toils at his work all day,
And he hums this song as he plods away:
To Peace
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE cup, the ruby cup
Whence anguish drips,
At last is lifted up
Against our lips.
To My Cousin, Anne Bodham, On Receiving From Her A Network Purse, Made By Herself
© William Cowper
My gentle Anne, whom heretofore,
When I was young, and thou no more
Than plaything for a nurse,
I danced and fondled on my knee,
A kitten both in size and glee,--
I thank thee for my purse.
