Love poems
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The Song of Arda: (From Annatanam.)
© Henry Kendall
LOW as a lute, my love, beneath the call
Of storm, I hear a melancholy wind;
The Dance To Death. Act V
© Emma Lazarus
LIEBHAID.
The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.
Look forth, Claire; moves not some big thundercloud
Athwart the sky? My heart is sick.
The Carillon
© John Le Gay Brereton
Alone
I sit in the dusk and see
Surely the living faces, dear to me,
Of comrades who have thrown
All that they had, the fruit of all desire,
Upon an altar fire.
Written Upon Loves Frontier-Post
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Toiling love, loose your pack,
All your sighs and tears unbind:
Little Girls Are Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little girls are mighty nice,
Take 'em any way they come;
Sonnet 45: Stella Oft Sees
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella oft sees the very face of woe
Painted in my beclouded stormy face:
But cannot skill to pity my disgrace,
Not though thereof the cause herself she know:
Sonnet XVI: A Day of Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Those envied places which do know her well,
And are so scornful of this lonely place,
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 03:
© Conrad Aiken
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand,
With wave upon slowly shattering wave,
Turned to the city of towers as evening fell;
And slowly walked by the darkening road toward it;
And saw how the towers darkened against the sky;
And across the distance heard the toll of a bell.
La Reina (and translation)
© Pablo Neruda
Yo te he nombrado reina.
Hay más altas que tú, más altas.
Hay más puras que tú, más puras.
Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.
Pero tú eres la reina.
Song V
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
To Thee, eternal Defender of all creation,
I call, frail, commiserate, nowhere secure.
Keep me in close watch, and in my each anxiety,
Hasten to bring aid to my wretched soul.
Fragment II
© James Macpherson
But is it she that there appears, like
a beam of light on the heath? bright
as the moon in autumn, as the sun in
a summer-storm?--She speaks: but
how weak her voice! like the breeze
in the reeds of the pool. Hark!
Trinitas
© John Greenleaf Whittier
At morn I prayed, "I fain would see
How Three are One, and One is Three;
Read the dark riddle unto me."
Farewell
© Alfred Austin
Farewell! I breathe that wonted prayer,
But oh! though countless leagues divide
Daylight Savings Time
© Phyllis McGinley
In spring when maple buds are red,
We turn the clock an hour ahead;
Which means, each April that arrives,
We lose an hour out of our lives.
An October Evening
© William Wilfred Campbell
There is slumber and death in the silence,
There is hate in the winds so keen;
And the flash of the north's great sword-blade
Circles its cruel sheen.
Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 1
© Edward Taylor
What love is this of Thine that cannot be
In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined,
Unless it in Thy very person see
Infinity and finity conjoined?
What hath Thy godhead, as not satisfied,
Married our manhood, making it its bride?
Morningmeans
© Emily Dickinson
"Morning"means "Milking"to the Farmer
Dawnto the Teneriffe
Diceto the Maid
Morning means just Riskto the Lover
Just revelationto the Beloved
To-night
© Franklin Pierce Adams
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Love me to-night! Fold your dear arms around me--
Hurt me--I do but glory in your might!
Tho' your fierce strength absorb, engulf, and drown me,
Love me to-night!
Hounds In London
© William Henry Ogilvie
If they find you a fox in Mayfair, will you show them
a right pack running,
With scorn of a Hyde Park holloa or a hat held up
in the Strand ?
