Love poems
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Lamp Of Love
© Rabindranath Tagore
Misery knocks at thy door,
and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,
and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.
Elegy IV. Anno Aet. 18. To My Tutor, Thomas Young, Chaplain Of The English Merchants Resident At Ham
© William Cowper
Hence, my epistle--skim the Deep--fly o'er
Yon smooth expanse to the Teutonic shore!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
O world, in very truth thou art too young,
They gave thee love who measured out thy skies,
And, when they found for thee another star,
Solitude.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets,
Should E'er The Loveless Day.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Thy charms thou showest never;
I tap at window, tap at door:
Come, lov'd one, come! appear once more!
Rubaiyat 30
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I spent my life chasing my wishes
What benefits fate furnishes?
Whomever to I said I loved you,
Turned to my foe, why my luck ravishes?
The Dilettante And The Critic.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A BOY a pigeon once possess'd,
In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd;
He loved it well, and in boyish sport
Its food to take from his mouth he taught,
And in his pigeon he took such pride,
That his joy to others he needs must confide.
The Charming Earth of Awadh (With English Translation)
© Ali Sardar Jafri
YE SAADGI KIS QADAR HAEEn HAI
MAIn JAIL MEIn BAITHEY BAITHEY AKSAR YE SOCHTAA HOOn
JO HO SAKEY TO AVADH KI PYAARI ZAMEEN KO GOD MEIn UTHAA LOOn
AUR USKI SHAADAAB LAHLAHAATI JABEEn KO
HAZAAROn BOSOn SE JAGMAGAA DOOn
June.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Soon between us rise to sight
Valleys cool, with bushes light,
Streams and meadows; next appear
Trilogy of Passion: I. TO WERTHER.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The farewell sunbeams bless'd our ravish'd view;
Fate bade thee go,--to linger here was mine,--
Going the first, the smaller loss was thine.
The Youth And The Millstream.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This sweet Ballad, and the one entitled The
Maid of the Mill's Repentance, were written on the occasion of a
visit paid by Goethe to Switzerland. The Maid of the Mill's Treachery,
to which the latter forms the sequel, was not written till the following
year.]
Dedication
© Rainer Maria Rilke
I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.
The Goblet.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,--
In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it,
Eagerly the sweet wine sipp'd I from it,
Seeking there to drown all care and sorrow.
Genial Impulse.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THUS roll I, never taking ease,
My tub, like Saint Diogenes,
Now serious am, now seek to please;
Now love and hate in turn one sees;
Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
© William Shakespeare
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight,
The God And The Bayadere.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This very fine Ballad was also first given in the Horen.]
(MAHADEVA is one of the numerous names of Seeva, the destroyer,--
the great god of the Brahmins.)
The Two Founts. Stanzas Addressed To A Lady On Her Recovery, With Unblemished Looks, From A Severe A
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be,
That thou, sweet friend, such anguish should'st endure
When straight from Dreamland came a dwarf, and he
Could tell the cause, forsooth, and knew the cure.
