Love poems
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A Quarrel With Love
© Nicholas Breton
Oh that I could write a story
Of love's dealing with affection!
How he makes the spirit sorry
That is touch'd with his infection.
Prologue To A Charade.--"Damn-Ages"
© Horace Smith
In olden time--in great Eliza's age,
When rare Ben Jonson ruled the humorous stage,
Sonnet XXXVIII: Fair and Lovely Maid
© Samuel Daniel
Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore,
See thy Leander striving in these waves,
If We Had Met
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If we had met when leaves were green,
And fate to us less hard had proved,
And naught had been of what has been,
We might have loved as none have loved.
The New Moon
© Zora Bernice May Cross
What have you got in your knapsack fair,
White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
Sonnet 80: "O! how I faint when I of you do write,..."
© William Shakespeare
O! how I faint when I of you do write,
Hidden
© Naomi Shihab Nye
If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.
Half-And-Half
© Naomi Shihab Nye
You can't be, says a Palestinian Christian
on the first feast day after Ramadan.
So, half-and-half and half-and-half.
He sells glass. He knows about broken bits,
chips. If you love Jesus you can't love
anyone else. Says he.
Worry About Money
© Kathleen Raine
And read that the widow with the young son
Must give first to the prophetic genius
From the little there is in the bin of flour and the cruse of oil.
Vegetation
© Kathleen Raine
O never harm the dreaming world,
the world of green, the world of leaves,
but let its million palms unfold
the adoration of the trees.
Transit of the Gods
© Kathleen Raine
Strange that the selfs continuum should outlast
The Virgin, Aphrodite, and the Mourning Mother,
All loves and griefs, successive deities
That hold their kingdom in the human breast.
Burial of the Dead
© John Keble
I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure,
The End of Love
© Kathleen Raine
Now he is dead
How should I know
My true love's arms
From wind and snow?
The Lord's Call To His Children
© John Newton
Let us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above!
Attend, 'tis God the Saviour speaks,
And every word is love.
The Ancient Speech
© Kathleen Raine
A Gaelic bard they praise who in fourteen adjectives
Named the one indivisible soul of his glen;
For what are the bens and the glens but manifold qualities,
Immeasurable complexities of soul?
Millenial Hymn to Lord Shiva
© Kathleen Raine
Earth no longer
hymns the Creator,
the seven days of wonder,
the Garden is over
Love Poem
© Kathleen Raine
Here, where I trace your body with my hand,
Love's presence has no end;
For these, your arms that hold me, are the world's.
In us, the continents, clouds and oceans meet
Our arbitrary selves, extensive with the night,
Lost, in the heart's worship, and the body's sleep.
Ode on Intimations of Immortality
© William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
