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Longing
My heart is full of inarticulate pain, And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looks Invade my sanctuary. Men of gain, Wise in success, well-read in feeble books, No nigher come, I pray: your air is drear; 'Tis winter and low skies when ye appear. Beloved, who love beauty and fair truth, Come nearer me; too near ye cannot come; Make me an atmosphere with your sweet youth; Give me your souls to breathe in, a large room; Speak not a word, for, see, my spirit lies Helpless and dumb; shine on me with your eyes. O all wide places, far from feverous towns; Great shining seas; pine forests; mountains wild; Rock-bosomed shores; rough heaths, and sheep-cropt downs; Vast pallid clo...
George MacDonald
Poppies
These are the flowers of sleepThat nod in the heavy noon,Ere the brown shades eastward creepTo a drowsy and dreamful tune,These are the flowers of sleep.Loves lilies are passion-pale,But these on the sun-kissed floodOf the corn, that rolls breast deep,Burn redder than drops of bloodOn a dead kings golden mail.Hearts dearest, I would that weThese blooms of forgetfulnessMight bind on our brows, and steepOur love in Lethe ere lessGrow its flame with thee or me.When Time with his evil eyeThe beautiful Love has slain,There is nought to gain or keepThereafter, and all is vain.Should we wait to see Love die?Sweetheart, of the joys men reapWe have reaped; tis time to rest.Why should we wak...
Victor James Daley
On Entering The Sea
Love happened at last,And we entered God's paradise,SlidingUnder the skin of the waterLike fish.We saw the precious pearls of the seaAnd were amazed.Love happened at lastWithout intimidation... with symmetry of wish.So I gave... and you gaveAnd we were fair.It happened with marvelous easeLike writing with jasmine water,Like a spring flowing from the ground.
Nizar Qabbani
Addressed To Miss ----, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference, An Ode, By Mrs. Greville.
And dwells there in a female heart,By bounteous Heaven designd,The choicest raptures to impart,To feel the most refinedDwells there a wish in such a breastIts nature to forego,To smother in ignoble restAt once both bliss and woe!Far be the thought, and far the strain,Which breathes the low desire,How sweet soeer the verse complain,Though Phbus string the lyre.Come, then, fair maid (in nature wise),Who, knowing them, can tellFrom generous sympathy what joysThe glowing bosom swell:In justice to the various powersOf pleasing, which you share,Join me, amid your silent hours,To form the better prayer.With lenient balm may Oberon henceTo fairy-land be driven...
William Cowper
Romance
Oh, go not to the lonely hill,That from its heart pours one clear well!There is a witch who haunts it still,Who would undo you with her spell.Oh, go not to the lonely hill.There was a youth who, with his book,Would dream for hours and hours aloneBeneath the boughs, beside the brook,Seated upon a mossy stone,His gaze upon his wonder-book.The scent of lilies there is cool,Hanging in many a wild racemeAround a glimmering woodland pool,From whence flows down a shadowy stream.The scent of lilies there is cool. . . .Between his eyes and unturned pageHe saw her bright face, smiling, nod:And knew her of another Age,A pagan Age that mocked at God.She seemed to rise from out the page,Clothed on with dreams and forest scent,A...
Madison Julius Cawein
Love And Death.
Ognor che l' idol mio.Whene'er the idol of these eyes appears Unto my musing heart so weak and strong, Death comes between her and my soul ere long Chasing her thence with troops of gathering fears.Nathless this violence my spirit cheers With better hope than if she had no wrong; While Love invincible arrays the throng Of dauntless thoughts, and thus harangues his peers:But once, he argues, can a mortal die; But once be born: and he who dies afire, What shall he gain if erst he dwelt with me?That burning love whereby the soul flies free, Doth lure each fervent spirit to aspire Like gold refined in flame to God on high.
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
Anashuya And Vijaya
A i(little Indian temple) in i(the Golden Age.) Around it i(a garden;)i(around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, kneelinq)i(within the temple.)i(Anashuya.) Send peace on all the lands and flickeringcorn. --O, may tranquillity walk by his elbowWhen wandering in the forest, if he loveNo other. -- Hear, and may the indolent flocksBe plentiful. -- And if he love another,May panthers end him. -- Hear, and load our kingWith wisdom hour by hour. -- May we two stand,When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,A little from the other shades apart,With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.i(Vijaya entering and throwing) a i(lily at her].) Hail! hail, myAnashuya.i(Anashuya.) No: be still.I, priestess of this temple, offer upprayer...
William Butler Yeats
Delia. - An Ode.
Fair the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose, But fairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely far her beauty blows. Sweet the lark's wild-warbled lay, Sweet the tinkling rill to hear; But, Delia, more delightful still Steal thine accents on mine ear. The flow'r-enamoured busy bee The rosy banquet loves to sip; Sweet the streamlet's limpid lapse To the sun-brown'd Arab's lip; But, Delia, on thy balmy lips Let me, no vagrant insect, rove! O, let me steal one liquid kiss! For, oh! my soul is parch'd with love.
Robert Burns
Come Unto Me
"Come unto me!" Ah, gentlest wordE'er breathed in human ear!"I am thy Savior and thy Lord;Dear child, thou need'st not fear."Come unto me in sorrow's hourWhen life seems dark and drear;I'll shield thee from the tempter's power;Dear child, thou need'st not fear."Come unto me when hopes have flownLike leaves wind-swept and sere,When every joy thou may'st bemoan;Dear child, thou need'st not fear."Come unto me. I'll give thee rest,Will wipe away each tear;Come lean thy head upon my breast;Dear child, thou need'st not fear."
Nancy Campbell Glass
Coortin Days.
Coortin days, - Coortin days, - loved one an lover!What wod aw give if those days could come ovver?Weddin is joyous, - its pleasur unstinted;But coortin is th' sweetest thing ivver invented.Walkin an talkin,An nursin Love's spark,Charmin an warminTho th' neet may be dark.Oh! but it's nice when yor way's long and dreary,To walk wi yor arm raand th' waist ov yor dearie;Tellin sweet falsehoods, the haars to beguile em,(If yo tell'd em ith' dayleet they'd put yo ith' sylum.)But ivverything's fairI' love an i' war,But be sewer to act square; -An do if yo dar!Squeezin an kissin an kissin an squeezin, -Laughin an coughin an ticklin an sneezin, -But remember, - if maybe, sich knowledge yo lack,Allus smile in her face, but,...
John Hartley
Destiny
That you are fair or wise is vain,Or strong, or rich, or generous;You must add the untaught strainThat sheds beauty on the rose.There's a melody born of melody,Which melts the world into a sea.Toil could never compass it;Art its height could never hit;It came never out of wit;But a music music-bornWell may Jove and Juno scorn.Thy beauty, if it lack the fireWhich drives me mad with sweet desire,What boots it? What the soldier's mail,Unless he conquer and prevail?What all the goods thy pride which lift,If thou pine for another's gift?Alas! that one is born in blight,Victim of perpetual slight:When thou lookest on his face,Thy heart saith, 'Brother, go thy ways!None shall ask thee what thou doest,Or care a rush ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love And Marriage.
Eque brevi verbo ferre perenne malum. SECUNDUS, eleg. vii.Still the question I must parry, Still a wayward truant prove:Where I love, I must not marry; Where I marry, can not love.Were she fairest of creation, With the least presuming mind;Learned without affectation; Not deceitful, yet refined;Wise enough, but never rigid; Gay, but not too lightly free;Chaste as snow, and yet not frigid: Fond, yet satisfied with me:Were she all this ten times over, All that heaven to earth allows.I should be too much her lover Ever to become her spouse.Love will never bear enslaving; Summer garments suit him best;Bliss itself is not worth having, ...
Thomas Moore
Weep Not Too Much
Weep not too much, my darling;Sigh not too oft for me;Say not the face of NatureHas lost its charm for thee.I have enough of anguishIn my own breast alone;Thou canst not ease the burden, Love,By adding still thine own.I know the faith and fervourOf that true heart of thine;But I would have it hopefulAs thou wouldst render mine.At night, when I lie waking,More soothing it will beTo say 'She slumbers calmly now,'Than say 'She weeps for me.'When through the prison gratingThe holy moonbeams shine,And I am wildly longingTo see the orb divineNot crossed, deformed, and sulliedBy those relentless barsThat will not show the crescent moon,And scarce the twinkling stars,It is my only comfor...
Anne Bronte
Woman's Love
Sweet lies! the sweetest ever heard,To her he said:Her heart remembers every wordNow he is dead.I ask:" If thus his lies can makeYour young heart grieve for his false sake,Had he been true what had you doneFor true love's sake?""Upon his grave there in the sun,Avoided now of all but one,I'd lay my heart with all its ache,And let it break, and let it break."And falsehood! fairer ne'er was seenThan he put on:Her heart recalls each look and mienNow he is gone.I ask: "If thus his treacheryCan hold your heart with lie on lie,What had you done for manly love,Love without lie?""There in the grass that grows aboveHis grave, where all could know thereof,I'd lay me down without a sigh,
The Baby.
We've the dearest baby sister! And so small and sweet is she,That we love to stand beside her, All her cunning ways to see.She can talk in baby language, She can laugh, and she can crow;She's the pet and she's the darling, She's the sweetest one we know.Mother says that she will always Be a sweet and gentle child,If, in all our actions towards her, We are loving, good, and mild.Let us, then, be kind and pleasant Ever to our little pet;Nor to thank the God who gave her, Morn and night, let us forget.
H. P. Nichols
It Is A Beauteous Evening
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,The holy time is quiet as a nunBreathless with adoration; the broad sunIs sinking down in its tranquility;The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea:Listen! the mighty Being is awake,And doth with his eternal motion makeA sound like thunder, everlastingly.Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,Thy nature is not therefore less divine:Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year,And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,God being with thee when we know it not.
William Wordsworth
Years Ago.
Annie I dreamed a strange dream last night,At my bedside, I dreamed, you stood clad in white;Your dark curly hair 'round your snow-white brow, -(Are those locks as raven and curly now?)And those rosebud lips, which in days lang syne,I have kissed and blest, because they were mine.And thine eyes soft light,Shone as mellow and bright,As it did years ago, -Years ago.And I fancy I heard the soft soothing soundOf thy voice, that sweet melody breathed all around,Whilst enraptured I gazed, and once more the sweet smile,Made sunshine, my sorrowing heart to beguile,And thy milkwhite hands stroked my heated brow; -(Oh! what would I give could I feel them now!)But alas! Woe is me!No more can it be,As it was years ago, -Years ago.
Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter XI. Faith.
Letter XI. Faith.I. Now will I sing to God a song of praise, And thank the morning for the light it brings, Aye! and the earth for every flower that springs, And every tree that, in the jocund days, Thrills to the blast. My voice I will upraise To thank the world for every bird that sings.II. I will unpack my mind of all its fears, I will advance to where the matin fires Absorb the hills. My hopes and my desires Will lead me safe; and day will have no tears And night no torture, as i...
Eric Mackay