Love poems
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Michael The Archangel
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
A Statuette.
I.
MY white archangel, with thy steadfast eyes
To The Same
© George MacDonald
Dead, why defend thee, who in life
For thy worst foe hadst died;
Who, thy own name a word of strife,
Didst silent stand aside?
Allan Herbert
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SCENE I.
[The hall of a country house in Westmoreland, surrounded with portraits of the M. . . . family. Allan Herbert, and Jocelyn, an old domestic, are seen standing before the likeness of a lady, young, and wonderfully fair.]
HERBERT.
Thekla's Song; Or, The Voice Of A Spirit
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Ask'st thou my home?-my pathway wouldst thou know,
When from thine eye my floating shadow pass'd?
Was not my work fulfill'd and closed below?
Had I not liv'd and lov'd?-my lot was cast.
Song.Thy form was fair
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Thy form was fair, thine eye was bright,
Thy voice was melody;
Poem To Be Placed In A Bottle And Cast Out To Sea
© Barry Tebb
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called Further...
Murmur Not
© Friedrich Rückert
Murmur not and say thou art in fetters holden,
Murmur not that thou earth's heavy yoke must bear.
Say not that a prison is this world so golden--
'Tis thy murmurs only set its harsh walls there.
The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
© William Butler Yeats
O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
