Love poems
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To Lida.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Far from thee, in life's turmoils nought I see
Save a thin veil, through which thy form I view,
As though in clouds; with kindly smile and true,
The Magic Net.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Ere the net is noticed by us,
Is a happier one imprison'd,
Whom we, one and all, together
Greet with envy and with blessings.
The Morning of Love
© Thomas Love Peacock
O! The spring-time of life is the season of blooming,
And the morning of love is the season of joy;
Lines On Seeing Schiller's Skull.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This curious imitation of the ternary metre
of Dante was written at the age of 77.]WITHIN a gloomy charnel-house one dayI view'd the countless skulls, so strangely mated,
And of old times I thought, that now were grey.Close pack'd they stand, that once so fiercely hated,
And hardy bones, that to the death contended,Are lying cross'd,--to lie for ever, fated.
To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho
© Sappho
Rushing war-hosts, horsemen or foot or galleys
These doth one call, those doth another, fairest
The New Amor.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AMOR, not the child, the youthful lover of Psyche,
Look'd round Olympus one day, boldly, to triumph inured;
There he espied a goddess, the fairest amongst the immortals,--
Venus Urania she,--straight was his passion inflamed.
The Exchange.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
That lovingly hastens to fall on my breast.
Then fickleness soon bids it onwards be flowing;
A second draws nigh, its caresses bestowing,--
My Sweetest Lesbia
© Thomas Campion
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love,
And though the sager sort our deeds reprove,
Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive
Into their west, and straight again revive,
But soon as once set is our little light,
Then must we sleep one ever-during night.
Proximity.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Thy coldness puts to flight my joy.
But soon as night and silence round us reign,
I know thee by thy kisses sweet again!
Summer
© Samuel Johnson
O Phoebus! down the western sky,
Far hence diffuse thy burning ray,
Thy light to distant worlds supply,
And wake them to the cares of day.
Open Table.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
MANY a guest I'd see to-day,Met to taste my dishes!
Food in plenty is prepar'd,Birds, and game, and fishes.
Invitations all have had,All proposed attending.
Johnny, go and look around!Are they hither wending?Pretty girls I hope to see,Dear and guileless misses,
The Measure of Beauty
© Thomas Campion
Give Beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight,
Where her perfections bide:
Helen, I grant, might pleasing be,
And Ros'mond was as sweet as she.
The Maid Of The Mill's Repentance.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Expel thee!
What's this thou singest so falsely, forsooth,
Of love and a maiden's silent truth?
Too Late
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN Love, sweet Love, was tangled in my snare
I clipped his wings, and dressed his cage with flowers,
Faithful Eckart.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The band of the Sorceress sisters.
They hitherward speed, and on finding us here,
They'll drink, though with toil we have fetch'd it, the beer,
The Spectral Attitudes
© André Breton
I attach no importance to life
I pin not the least of life's butterflies to importance
Finnish Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF the loved one, the well-known one,
Should return as he departed,
On his lips would ring my kisses,
Though the wolf's blood might have dyed them;
And a hearty grasp I'd give him,
Though his finger-ends were serpents.
Rinaldo.*
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick
of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part
of Rinaldo.--See the Annalen.]
How A Fair One No Hope To His Highness Accorded
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
The Moral: The people across the brine
Are exceedingly strong on Auld Lang Syne,
But they're lost in the push when they strike a gang
That is strong on American new line slang!
