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| Search results for: love | Found 985 Poems |
| 551. | Sonnet VI: Is It to Love by Mary Darby Robinson | | Is it to love, to fix the tender gaze,
To hide the timid blush, and steal away;
To shun the busy world, and waste the day
In some rude mountain's s... |
| 552. | Sonnet XVII: Love Steals Unheeded by Mary Darby Robinson | | Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind,
As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main,
Slow through each fibre creeps the subtle pain,
'Till closel... |
| 553. | Stanzas to Love by Mary Darby Robinson | | TELL ME, LOVE, when I rove o'er some far distant plain,
Shall I cherish the passion that dwells in my breast?
Or will ABSENCE subdue the keen rigour... |
| 554. | The Adieu to Love by Mary Darby Robinson | | LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway,
I mock thy fascinating art,
MINE, be the calm unruffled day,
That brings no torment to the heart;
The tranquil ... |
| 555. | The Granny Grey, a Love Tale by Mary Darby Robinson | | DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey,
Who, three score years and ten,
Had pass'd her busy hours away,
In talking of the Men !
They were her theme, at ho... |
| 556. | An Arab Love-Song by Francis Thompson | | The hunchèd camels of the night
Trouble the bright
And silver waters of the moon.
The Maiden of the Morn will soon
Through Heaven stray and si... |
| 557. | What shall I your true love tell? by Francis Thompson | | What shall I your true love tell,
Earth forsaking maid?
What shall I your true love tell
When life's spectre's laid?
"Tell him that, our side ... |
| 558. | In Lovers' Lane by Lucy Maud Montgomery | | I know a place for loitering feet
Deep in the valley where the breeze
Makes melody in lichened boughs,
And murmurs low love-litanies.
There sle... |
| 559. | Love's Prayer by Lucy Maud Montgomery | | Beloved, this the heart I offer thee
Is purified from old idolatry,
From outworn hopes, and from the lingering stain
Of passion's dregs, by peni... |
| 560. | Two Loves by Lucy Maud Montgomery | | One said; "Lo, I would walk hand-clasped with thee
Adown the ways of joy and sunlit slopes
Of earthly song in happiest vagrancy
To pluck the blosso... |
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