Love poems
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Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Poet in his Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird
© Jean Ingelow
“O, I hear thee in the blue;
Would that I might wing it too!
O to have what hope hath seen!
O to be what might have been!
Stanzas To Augusta (II.)
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Though the day of my destiny's over,
And the star of my fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover
Wall, Cave, And Pillar Statements, After Asoka
© Alan Dugan
In order to perfect all readers
the statements should he carved
When The Light Appears
© Allen Ginsberg
You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
A Line-Storm Song
© Robert Frost
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The Tuft of Flowers
© Robert Frost
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the leveled scene.
Joy And Duty
© Henry Van Dyke
Joy is a Duty,so with golden lore
The Hebrew rabbis taught in days of yore,
Bring Them Not Back
© James Benjamin Kenyon
Yet, O my friendpale conjurer, I call
Thee friendbring, bring the dead not back again,
The Sacrifice Of Iphigenia
© Aeschylus
Now long and long from wintry Strymon blew
The weary, hungry, anchor-straining blasts,
The Old Maid
© Sara Teasdale
Her body was a thing grown thin,
Hungry for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in the dark,
Unwarmed forever by love's flame.
The Faerie Qveene
© Edmund Spenser
Me thought I saw the grave where she lay
Within that Temple, where the vestal flame
By a Bier-Side
© John Masefield
Beauty was in this brain and in this eager hand:
Death is so blind and dumb Death does not understand.
Death drifts the brain with dust and soils the young limbs' glory,
Death makes justice a dream, and strength a traveller's story.
Death drives the lovely soul to wander under the sky.
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
Two Look at Two
© Robert Frost
Love and forgetting might have carried them
A little further up the mountain side
With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case
Reluctance
© Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
To Mary ----
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O Mary dear, that you were here
With your brown eyes bright and clear.
And your sweet voice, like a bird
Singing love to its lone mate
The Hindoo Girls Song
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
FLOAT onfloat onmy haunted bark,
Above the midnight tide;
Bear softly o'er the waters dark
The hopes that with thee glide.
The Spring Running
© Rudyard Kipling
Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!
He that was our Brother goes away.
Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle-
Answer, who can turn him-who shall stay?
Christmas Trees
© Robert Frost
(A Christmas Circular Letter)
THE CITY had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
When between whirls of snow not come to lie
