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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 541. | Modern Love: XVI by George Meredith | | In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour,
When in the firelight steadily aglow,
Joined slackly, we beheld the red chasm grow
Among the clickin... |
| 542. | Modern Love: XX by George Meredith | | I am not of those miserable males
Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap,
Do therefore hope for heaven. I take the hap
Of all my deeds. The wind... |
| 543. | Modern Love: XXII by George Meredith | | What may the woman labour to confess?
There is about her mouth a nervous twitch.
'Tis something to be told, or hidden:--which?
I get a glimpse of h... |
| 544. | Modern Love: XXVI by George Meredith | | Love ere he bleeds, an eagle in high skies,
Has earth beneath his wings: from reddened eve
He views the rosy dawn. In vain they weave
The fatal web... |
| 545. | Modern Love: XXXIV by George Meredith | | Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes:
The Deluge or else Fire! She's well, she thanks
My husbandship. Our chain on silence clanks.
Time leer... |
| 546. | Freedom And Love by Thomas Campbell | | How delicious is the winning
Of a kiss at love's beginning,
When two mutual hearts are sighing
For the knot there's no untying!
Yet remember, 'Mid... |
| 547. | Love And Madness by Thomas Campbell | | Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower
The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour !
Roused from drear visions of distempered sleep,
Poor Bro... |
| 548. | The Having To Love Something Else by Russell Edson | | There was a man who would marry his mother, and asked his
father for his mother's hand in marriage, and was told he could
not marry his mother's ha... |
| 549. | Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter by Mary Darby Robinson | | WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail'd my breast,
And Heaven relentless seal'd the harsh decree;
HOPE, placid soother of the mind distress'd;
To calm ... |
| 550. | Sonnet V: O! How Can Love by Mary Darby Robinson | | O! How can LOVE exulting Reason queil!
How fades each nobler passion from his gaze!
E'en Fame, that cherishes the Poet's lays,
That fame, ill-fated... |
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