Love poems
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Soldier, Soldier
© Rudyard Kipling
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Why don't you march with my true love?"
"We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."
Love Sonnet XXI
© Zora Bernice May Cross
Love
Love
Your hot lips tremble on my eyes.
You droop. You swoon in silence over me
Heaven, out of yours, my very eyelids sup.
The stars are running out of Paradise
I languish, perfumed with expectancy
Beloved, kiss me, for the moon is up.
Sir Richard's Song
© Rudyard Kipling
(A. D. 1066)
I followed my Duke ere I was a lover,
To take from England fief and fee;
But now this game is the other way over--
But now England hath taken me!
The Settler
© Rudyard Kipling
1903(South African War ended, May, 1902)
Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run,
And the deep soil glistens red,
I will repair the wrong that was done
An Australian Paean1876
© Marcus Clarke
The English air is fresh and fair,
The Irish fields are green;
Nathan The Wise - Act IV
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
SCENE.--The Cloister of a Convent.
The FRIAR alone.
An Ode In Time Of Inauguration
© Franklin Pierce Adams
G.W., initial prex,
Right down in Wall Street, New York City,
Took his first oath. Oh, multiplex
The whimsies quaint, the comments witty
One might evolve from that! I scorn
To mock the spot where he was sworn.
The Secret of the Machines
© Rudyard Kipling
We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive,
We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
We can run and race and swim and fly and dive,
We can see and hear and count and read and write!
The Second Voyage
© Rudyard Kipling
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore --
They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold:
Our sails of silk and purple go to store,
And we've cut away our mast of beaten gold
Youth In Age
© George Meredith
Once I was part of the music I heard
On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky,
For joy of the beating of wings on high
My heart shot into the breast of the bird.
Wert Thou but illthat I might show thee
© Emily Dickinson
Wert Thou but illthat I might show thee
How long a Day I could endure
Though thine attention stop not on me
Nor the least signal, Me assure
"Welcome, Dear Heart, and a Most Kind Good-Morrow"
© Thomas Hood
Welcome, dear Heart, and a most kind good-morrow;
The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine:
Flowers I have none to give thee, but I borrow
Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine.
The Burned Child
© Dorothy Parker
Love has had his way with me.
This my heart is torn and maimed
Since he took his play with me.
Cruel well the bow-boy aimed,
Screw-Guns
© Rudyard Kipling
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,
I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,
With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets
It's only the pick of the Army that handles the dear little pets -- 'Tss! 'Tss!
A School Song
© Rudyard Kipling
"Let us now praise famous men"--
Men of little showing--
For their work continueth,
And their work continueth,
Broad and deep continues,
Greater then their knowing!
The Sacrifice of Er-Heb
© Rudyard Kipling
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai
Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai
Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence the tale
Comes westward o'er the peaks to India.
