Love poems
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The Battle Of Limerick
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Ye Genii of the nation,
Who look with veneration.
And Ireland's desolation onsaysingly deplore;
Ye sons of General Jackson,
Who thrample on the Saxon,
Attend to the thransaction upon Shannon shore,
Love's Language
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Need I say how much I love thee?-
Need my weak words tell,
The Sack Of Baltimore
© Thomas Osborne Davis
I.
The summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's hundred isles--
Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter
© Pablo Neruda
There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.
Apparuit
© Ezra Pound
Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a
portent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,
caught at the wonder.
Stanzas To A Hindoo Air
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! my lonely--lonely--lonely--Pillow!
Where is my lover? where is my lover?
Is it his bark which my dreary dreams discover?
Far--far away! and alone along the billow?
The War Sonnets: V The Soldier
© Rupert Brooke
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
'Vulgarised'
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
All round they murmur, 'O profane,
Keep thy heart's secret hid as gold';
But I, by God, would sooner be
Some knight in shattering wars of old,
Faith And Despondency
© Emily Jane Brontë
"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering gray,
We'll talk its pensive hours away;-
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
© William Wordsworth
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
Aurora Leigh: Book Fourth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
She, at that,
Looked blindly in his face, as when one looks
Through driving autumn-rains to find the sky.
He went on speaking.
Sonnet I. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno
Through all his grassy vale delights to hear,
In My Sky At Twilight
© Pablo Neruda
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.
Finis
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Give me a few more hours to pass
With the mellow flower of the elm-bough falling,
And then no more than the lonely grass
And the birds calling.
On The Capture Of Fugitive Slaves Near Washington
© James Russell Lowell
Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who can,
The sympathies, the hopes, the words, that make man truly man;
Let those whose hearts are dungeoned up with interest or with ease
Consent to hear with quiet pulse of loathsome deeds like these!
Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl!
© John Keats
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Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heavens blessing on thine eyes,
A song of Love
© Sidney Lanier
Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?
