Love Poems – Page 2516

Why the Robin's Breast Was Red

The saviour, bowed beneath his cross, climbed up the dreary hill,
And from the agonizing wreath ran many a crimson rill;
The cruel Roman thrust him on with un-relenting hand, …

James Ryder Randall English
The Conquered Banner

Furl that Banner, for ’t is weary;
Round its staff ’t is drooping dreary:
Furl it, fold it,—it is best; …

Abram Joseph Ryan English
A Child's Wish

I wish I were the little key
That locks Love’s Captive in,
And lets Him out to go and free …

Abram Joseph Ryan English
At the Hacienda

Know i not who thou mayst be
Carved upon this olive-tree,—
“Manuela of La Torre,”— …

Francis Bret Harte English
Chiquita

Beautiful! sir, you may say so. Thar is n’t her match in the county;
Is thar, old gal,—Chiquita, my darling, my beauty?
Feel of that neck, sir,—thar ’s velvet! Whoa! steady,—ah, will you, you vixen! …

Francis Bret Harte English
Grizzly

Coward,—of heroic size,
In whose lazy muscles lies
Strength we fear and yet despise; …

Francis Bret Harte English
Crotalus

No life in earth, or air, or sky;
The sunbeams, broken silently,
On the bared rocks around me lie,— …

Francis Bret Harte English
Jim

Say there! P’r’aps
Some on you chaps
Might know Jim Wild? …

Francis Bret Harte English
The Society upon the Stanislaus

I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games;
And I ’ll tell in simple language what I know about the row …

Francis Bret Harte English
The Aged Stranger

“i was with Grant”—the stranger said;
Said the farmer, “Say no more,
But rest thee here at my cottage porch, …

Francis Bret Harte English