Love Poems – Page 2540

The Strong

Dost deem him weak that owns his strength is tried?
Nay, we may safely lean on him that grieves:
The pine has immemorially sighed, …

John Vance Cheney English
Every One to His Own Way

Oak leaves are big as the mouse’s ear,
So, farmer, go plant. But the frost—
Beware! the witch o’ the year, …

John Vance Cheney English
Evening Songs

I
the birds have hid, the winds are low,
The brake is awake, the grass aglow: …

John Vance Cheney English
The Skilful Listener

The skilful listener, he, methinks, may hear
The grass blades clash in sunny field together,
The roses kissing, and the lily, whether …

John Vance Cheney English
Whither

Whither leads this pathway, little one?—
It runs just on and on, is never done.
Whither leads this pathway, mistress fair?— …

John Vance Cheney English
The Flight of the War-Eagle - C. Auringer

The eagle of the armies of the West,
Dying upon his alp, near to the sky,
Through the slow days that paled the imperial eye, …

O English
The Ballad of Oriskany - C. Auringer

She leaned her cheek upon her hand,
And looked across the glooming land;
She saw the wood from farm to farm …

O English
April - C. Auringer

Weary at heart with winter yesterday,
I sought the fields for something green to see,
Some budded turf or mossbank quietly …

O English
On the Proposal to Erect a Monument in England to Lord Byron

The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green
Above the spent heart, the Olympian head,
The hands crost idly, the shut eyes unseen, …

Emma Lazarus English
Venus of the Louvre

Down the long hall she glistens like a star,
The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone,
Yet none the less immortal, breathing on. …

Emma Lazarus English