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Love.
Oh Love! how fondly, tenderly enshrinedIn human hearts, how with our being twined!Immortal principle, in mercy given,The brightest mirror of the joys of heaven.Child of Eternity's unclouded clime,Too fair for earth, too infinite for time:A seraph watching o'er Death's sullen shroud,A sunbeam streaming through a stormy cloud;An angel hovering o'er the paths of life,But sought in vain amidst its cares and strife;Claimed by the many--known but to the fewWho keep thy great Original in view;Who, void of passion's dross, behold in theeA glorious attribute of Deity!
Susanna Moodie
Love Eternal
The human heart will never change,The human dream will still go on,The enchanted earth be ever strangeWith moonlight and the morning sun,And still the seas shall shout for joy,And swing the stars as in a glass,The girl be angel for the boy,The lad be hero for the lass.The fashions of our mortal brainsNew names for dead men's thoughts shall give,But we find not for all our painsWhy 'tis so wonderful to live;The beauty of a meadow-flowerShall make a mock of all our skill,And God, upon his lonely towerShall keep his secret - secret still.The old magician of the skies,With coloured and sweet-smelling things,Shall charm the sense and trance the eyes,Still onward through a million springs;And nothing old and nothin...
Richard Le Gallienne
Love
Love is the sunlight of the soul,That, shining on the silken-tressèd headOf her we love, around it seems to shedA golden angel-aureole.And all her ways seem sweeter waysThan those of other women in that light:She has no portion with the pallid night,But is a part of all fair days.Joy goes where she goes, and good dreams,Her smile is tender as an old romanceOf Love that dies not, and her soft eyes glanceLike sunshine set to music seems.Queen of our fate is she, but crownedWith purple hearts-ease for her womanhood.There is no place so poor where she has stoodBut evermore is holy ground.An angel from the heaven aboveWould not be fair to us as she is fair:She holds us in a mesh of silken hair,This one swee...
Victor James Daley
In A Silence
Heart to heart!And the stillness of night and the moonlight, like hushed breathingSilently, stealthily moving across thy hair!O womanly face!Tender and strong and lucent with infinite feeling,Shrinking with startled joy, like wind-struck water,And yet so frank, so unashamed of love!Ay, for there it is, love--that's the deepest.Love's not love in the dark.Light loves wither i' the sun, but Love endureth,Clothing himself with the light as with a robe.I would bare my soul to thy sight--Leave not a secret deep unsearched,Unrevealing its shame or its glory.Love without Truth shall die as a soul without God.A lying love is the love of a dayBut the brave and true shall love forever.Build Love a house;Let the walls b...
Bliss Carman
Two Ways To Love.
"Entre deux amants il y a toujours l'an qui baise et l'autre qui tend la joue."I says he loves me well, and IBelieve it; in my hands, to makeOr mar, his life lies utterly,Nor can I the strong plea deny.Which claims my love for his love's sake.He says there is no face so fairAs mine; when I draw near, his eyesLight up; each ripple of my hairHe loves; the very clunk I wearHe touches fondly where it lies.And roses, roses all the way,Upon my path fall, strewed by him;His tenderness by night, by day,Keeps faithful watch to heap alwayMy cup of pleasure to the brim.The other women, full of spite,Count me the happiest woman bornTo be so worshipped; I delightTo flaunt his homage in their sight,--For ...
Susan Coolidge
Love Song
Your eyes are bright lands.Your looks are little birds,Handkerchiefs gently waving goodbye.In your smile I rest as though in bobbing boats.Your little stories are made of silk.I must behold you always.
Alfred Lichtenstein
True Love.
Her love is like the hardy flowerThat blooms amid the Alpine snows;Deep-rooted in an icy bower,No blast can chill its sweet repose;But fresh as is the tropic rose,Drenched in mellowest sunny beams,It has as sweet delicious dreamsAs any flower that grows.And though an avalanche came downAnd robbed it of the light of day,That which withstood the tempest's frownIn grief would never pine away.Hope might withhold her feeblest ray,Within her bosom's snowy tombLove still would wear its everbloom,The gayest of the gay.
Charles Sangster
To G. P. L.
We see the sky, - we love it day by day;We feel the wind of Spring, from blossoms winging;We meet with souls tender as tints in May:For these large ecstasies what are we bringing?There is no price, best friend, for greatest meed.Laid on the altar of our true affection,Wild flowers of love for me must intercede:And lo! I win your unexcelled protection.
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
Love Fulfilled.
Hast thou longed through weary daysFor the sight of one loved face?Mast thou cried aloud for rest,Mid the pain of sundering hours;Cried aloud for sleep and death,Since the sweet unhoped for bestWas a shadow and a breath?O, long now, for no fear lowersO'er these faint feet-kissing flowers.O, rest now; and yet in sleepAll thy longing shalt thou keep.Thou shalt rest and have no fearOf a dull awaking near,Of a life for ever blind,Uncontent and waste and wide.Thou shalt wake and think it sweetThat thy love is near and kind.Sweeter still for lips to meet;Sweetest that thine heart doth hideLonging all unsatisfiedWith all longing's answeringHowsoever close ye cling.Thou rememberest how of oldE'en th...
William Morris
Love's Philosophy.
1.The fountains mingle with the riverAnd the rivers with the Ocean,The winds of Heaven mix for everWith a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single;All things by a law divineIn one spirit meet and mingle.Why not I with thine? -2.See the mountains kiss high HeavenAnd the waves clasp one another;No sister-flower would be forgivenIf it disdained its brother;And the sunlight clasps the earthAnd the moonbeams kiss the sea:What is all this sweet work worthIf thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Lines (Two Loves)
Two loves came up a long, wide aisle,And knelt at a low, white gate;One -- tender and true, with the shyest smile,One -- strong, true, and elate.Two lips spoke in a firm, true way,And two lips answered soft and low;In one true hand such a little hand layFluttering, frail as a flake of snow.One stately head bent humbly there,Stilled were the throbbings of human love;One head drooped down like a lily fair,Two prayers went, wing to wing, above.God blest them both in the holy place,A long, brief moment the rite was done;On the human love fell the heavenly grace,Making two hearts forever one.Between two lengthening rows of smiles,One sweetly shy, one proud, elate,Two loves passed down the long, wide aisles,W...
Abram Joseph Ryan
Hafiz
Her passions the shy violetFrom Hafiz never hides;Love-longings of the raptured birdThe bird to him confides.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love's Tenderness
Deem not my love is only for the bloom,The honey and the marble, that is You;Tis so, Belovéd, common loves consumeTheir treasury, and vanish like the dew.Nay, but my love's a thing that's far more true;For little loves a little hour hath room,But not for us their brief and trivial doom,In a far richer soil our loving grew,From deeper wells of being it upsprings;Nor shall the wildest kiss that makes one mouth, Draining all nectar from the flowered world,Slake its divine unfathomable drouth; And, when your wings against my heart lie furled,With what a tenderness it dreams and sings!
Listen, Beloved
Listen, Beloved, the Casurinas quiver,Each tassel prays the wind to set it free,Hark to the frantic sobbing of the river,Wild to attain extinction in the sea.All Nature blindly struggles to dissolveIn other forms and forces, thus to solveThe painful riddle of identity.Ah, that my soul might lose itself in thee!Yet, my Beloved One, wherefore seek I union,Since there is no such thing in all the world, -Are not our spirits linked in close communion, -And on my lips thy clinging lips are curled?Thy tender arms are round my shoulders thrown,I hear thy heart more loudly than my own,And yet, to my despair, I know thee far,As in the stellar darkness, star from star.Even in times when love with bounteous measureA simultaneous joy on us...
Adela Florence Cory Nicolson
Love Now.
The sanctity that is about the deadTo make us love them more than late, when here,Is not it well to find the living dearWith sanctity like this, ere they have fled?The tender thoughts we nurture for a lossOf mother, friend, or child, oh! it were wiseTo spend this glory on the earnest eyes,The longing heart, that feel life's present cross.Give also mercy to the living hereWhose keen-strung souls will quiver at your touch;The utmost reverence is not too muchFor eyes that weep, although the lips may sneer.
The Light Of Love.
Each shining light above us Has its own peculiar grace;But every light of heaven Is in my darling's face.For it is like the sunlight, So strong and pure and warm,That folds all good and happy things, And guards from gloom and harm.And it is like the moonlight, So holy and so calm;The rapt peace of a summer night, When soft winds die in balm.And it is like the starlight; For, love her as I may,She dwells still lofty and serene In mystery far away.
John Hay
Francie.
I loved a child as we should loveEach other everywhere;I cared more for his happinessThan I dreaded my own despair.An angel asked me to give himMy whole life's dearest cost;And in adding mine to his treasuresI knew they could never be lost.To his heart I gave the gold,Though little my own had known;To his eyes what tendernessFrom youth in mine had grown!I gave him all my buoyantHope for my future years;I gave him whatever melodyMy voice had steeped in tears.Upon the shore of darknessHis drifted body lies.He is dead, and I stand beside him,With his beauty in my eyes.I am like those withered petalsWe see on a winter day,That gladly gave their colorIn the happy summer away.
Loving And Liking - Irregular Verses - Addressed To A Child (By My Sister)
There's more in words than I can teach:Yet listen, Child! I would not preach;But only give some plain directionsTo guide your speech and your affections.Say not you 'love' a roasted fowl,But you may love a screaming owl.And, if you can, the unwieldy toadThat crawls from his secure abodeWithin the mossy garden wallWhen evening dews begin to fall.Oh mark the beauty of his eye:What wonders in that circle lie!So clear, so bright, our fathers saidHe wears a jewel in his head!And when, upon some showery day,Into a path or public wayA frog leaps out from bordering grass,Startling the timid as they pass,Do you observe him, and endeavourTo take the intruder into favour;Learning from him to find a reasonFor a light heart in ...
William Wordsworth