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A Lover Since Childhood
Tangled in thought am I,Stumble in speech do I?Do I blunder and blush for the reason why?Wander aloof do I,Lean over gates and sigh,Making friends with the bee and the butterfly?If thus and thus I do,Dazed by the thought of you,Walking my sorrowful way in the early dew,My heart cut through and throughIn this despair of you,Starved for a word or a look will my hope renew:Give then a thought for meWalking so miserably,Wanting relief in the friendship of flower or tree;Do but remember, weOnce could in love agree,Swallow your pride, let us be as we used to be.
Robert von Ranke Graves
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 V. To A Highland Girl - At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond
Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these grey rocks; that household lawn;Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;This fall of water that doth makeA murmur near the silent lake;This little bay; a quiet roadThat holds in shelter thy Abode,In truth together do ye seemLike something fashioned in a dream;Such Forms as from their covert peepWhen earthly cares are laid asleep!But, O fair Creature! in the lightOf common day, so heavenly bright,I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,I bless thee with a human heart;God shield thee to thy latest years!Thee, neither know I, nor thy peers;And yet my eyes are filled with tears.With ...
William Wordsworth
No Time Like The Old Time
There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young,When the buds of April blossomed, and the birds of spring-time sung!The garden's brightest glories by summer suns are nursed,But oh, the sweet, sweet violets, the flowers that opened first!There is no place like the old place, where you and I were born,Where we lifted first our eyelids on the splendors of the mornFrom the milk-white breast that warmed us, from the clinging arms that bore,Where the dear eyes glistened o'er us that will look on us no more!There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days,No greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praiseFame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold;But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Sweetest Of Maidens, Oh, How Can I Tell
'Sweetest of maidens, oh, how can I tell The love that transfigures the whole earth to me? The longing that causes my bosom to swell, When I dream of a life all devoted to thee?'
Louisa May Alcott
Remember Thee.
Remember thee? yes, while there's life in this heart,It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art;More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers,Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours.Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea,I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow,But oh! could I love thee more deeply than now?No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs,But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons--Whose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird's nest,Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast.
Thomas Moore
Good Night.
We never say, "Good Night;"For our eager lips are fleeterThan the tongue, and a kiss is sweeter Than parting words, That out like swords;So we always kiss Good Night. We never say "Good Night."Words are precious, love, why lose 'em?Fold them up in your maiden bosom; There let them rest, Like love unconfessed,While we kiss a sweet Good Night. There comes a last Good Night.Human life - not love - is fleeting;Heaven send many a birth-day greeting; Dim years roll on To life's gray-haired dawn,Ere we kiss our last Good Night. - - - We've kissed our last Good Night!Love's warm tendrils torn and bleeding,Vain all human interceding! Oh, life! ...
Charles Sangster
Through The Long Days.
Through the long days and years What will my loved one be, Parted from me?Through the long days and years.Always as then she was, Loveliest, brightest, best, Blessing and blest, -Always as then she was.Never on earth again Shall I before her stand, Touch lip or hand, -Never on earth again.But while my darling lives Peaceful I journey on, Not quite alone,Not while my darling lives.
John Hay
Life And I
Life and I are lovers, straying Arm in arm along:Often like two children Maying, Full of mirth and song,Life plucks all the blooming hours Growing by the way;Binds them on my brow like flowers, Calls me Queen of May.Then again, in rainy weather, We sit vis-a-vis,Planning work we'll do together In the years to be.Sometimes Life denies me blisses, And I frown or pout;But we make it up with kisses Ere the day is out.Woman-like, I sometimes grieve him, Try his trust and faith,Saying I shall one day leave him For his rival, Death.Then he always grows more zealous, Tender, and more true;Loves the more for being jealous, As all lovers do.<...
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Psyche
She is not fair, as some are fair,Cold as the snow, as sunshine gay:On her clear brow, come grief what may,She suffers not too stern an air;But, grave in silence, sweet in speech,Loves neither mockery nor disdain;Gentle to all, to all doth teachThe charm of deeming nothing vain.She join'd me: and we wander'd on;And I rejoiced, I cared not why,Deeming it immortalityTo walk with such a soul alone.Primroses pale grew all around,Violets, and moss, and ivy wild;Yet, drinking sweetness from the ground,I was but conscious that she smiled.The wind blew all her shining hairFrom her sweet brows; and she, the while,Put back her lovely head, to smileOn my enchanted spirit there.Jonquils and pansies round her headGl...
Robert Laurence Binyon
Two Roses.
I've a friend beyond the ocean So regardful, so sincere,And he sends me in a letter Such a pretty souvenir.It is crushed to death and withered, Out of shape and very flat,But its pure, delicious odor Is the richer for all that.'Tis a rose from Honolulu, And it bears the tropic brand,Sandwiched in this friendly missive From that far-off flower-land.It shall mingle pot-à-pourri With the scents I love and keep;Some of them so very precious That remembrance makes me weep.While I dream I hear the music That of happiness foretells,Like the flourishing of trumpets And the sound of marriage bells.There's a rose upon the prairie, Chosen his by happy fate,...
Hattie Howard
My Old Sweetheart
My old sweetheart is away to-day;I feel as I did of old,In my courting days, when far awayI yearned for her more than gold.I thought of her handsome, smiling face,Her noble and cultured brow,Of her gentle ways, and charming grace;I missed her less then than now.Through the long years of our wedded life,Now nearly a full two score,She has proved herself a loving wife,And a sweetheart evermore.Our love has grown with the flight of time,As the mountain stream may grow;Or as a tree in a genial climeWhen free from the frost and snow.The tempest may madly rage without,We have lasting peace within;And confidence ne'er gives place to doubt,Nor concord to noisy din.She will soon return again to me,
Joseph Horatio Chant
Virgin Of Bethlehem.
Virgin of Bethlehem! spouse of the Holy One! Star of the pilgrim on life's stormy sea!Humbler thy lot was than this world's most lowly one, List to the prayers that we offer to thee!Not for the joys that this false earth bestoweth, Empty and fleeting as April sunshine,But for the grace that from holiness floweth, Grace, purest Mother, that always was thine.Charity ardent, and zeal that abounded, Thine was the will of thy Father above,Thus thy life's fervor so strangely confounded Cold hearts that mocked at religion's pure love.Meekness in suffering, patience excelling, Bowed thee, unmurm'ring, beneath sorrow's rod;Spirit of purity ever indwelling Made thee the Temple and Mother of God.These are th...
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Distiches.
I.Wisely a woman prefers to a lover a man who neglects her. This one may love her some day, some day the lover will not.II.There are three species of creatures who when they seem coming are going, When they seem going they come: Diplomates, women, and crabs.III.Pleasures too hastily tasted grow sweeter in fond recollection, As the pomegranate plucked green ripens far over the sea.IV.As the meek beasts in the Garden came flocking for Adam to name them, Men for a title to-day crawl to the feet of a king.V.What is a first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does the second love bring? Only regret for the first.VI.Health was wooed by the Romans in gr...
A World For Love
Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair;Was there a nook in which the world had never been to sear,That place would prove a paradise when thou and Love were near.And there to pluck the blackberry, and there to reach the sloe,How joyously and happily would Love thy partner go;Then rest when weary on a bank, where not a grassy bladeHad eer been bent by Trouble's feet, and Love thy pillow made.For Summer would be ever green, though sloes were in their prime,And Winter smile his frowns to Spring, in beauty's happy clime;And months would come, and months would go, and all in sunny mood,And everything inspired by thee grow beautifully good.And there to make a cot unknown t...
John Clare
Love Me Little, Love Me Long.
You say, to me-wards your affection's strong;Pray love me little, so you love me long.Slowly goes far: the mean is best: desire,Grown violent, does either die or tire.
Robert Herrick
The Star And The Water-Lily
The sun stepped down from his golden throne.And lay in the silent sea,And the Lily had folded her satin leaves,For a sleepy thing was she;What is the Lily dreaming of?Why crisp the waters blue?See, see, she is lifting her varnished lid!Her white leaves are glistening through!The Rose is cooling his burning cheekIn the lap of the breathless tide; -The Lily hath sisters fresh and fair,That would lie by the Rose's side;He would love her better than all the rest,And he would be fond and true; -But the Lily unfolded her weary lids,And looked at the sky so blue.Remember, remember, thou silly one,How fast will thy summer glide,And wilt thou wither a virgin pale,Or flourish a blooming bride?Oh, the Rose is old, and t...
Love And Thought
Two well-assorted travellers useThe highway, Eros and the Muse.From the twins is nothing hidden,To the pair is nought forbidden;Hand in hand the comrades goEvery nook of Nature through:Each for other they were born,Each can other best adorn;They know one only mortal griefPast all balsam or relief;When, by false companions crossed,The pilgrims have each other lost.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
An Ode : While Blooming Youth And Gay Delight
While blooming youth and gay delightSit on thy rosy cheeks confess'd,Thou hast, my dear, undoubted rightTo triumph o'er this destined breast.My reason bends to what thy eyes ordain;For I was born to love, and thou to reign.But would you meanly thus relyOn power you know I must obey?Exert a legal tyranny,And do an ill because you may?Still must I thee, as Atheists Heaven, adore;Not see thy mercy, and yet dread thy power?Take heed, my dear: youth flies apace;As well as Cupid, Time is blind:Soon must those glories of thy faceThe fate of vulgar beauty find:The thousand Loves, that arm thy potent eye,Must drop their quivers, flag their wings, and die.Then wilt thou sigh, when in each frownA hateful wrinkle more ap...
Matthew Prior