Love Poems – Page 2760
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Walton’s Book of Lives
From “Ecclesiastical Sonnets,” Part III. / THERE are no colors in the fairest sky / So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen … -
Camp-Bell
Charade / COME from my first, ay, come! / The battle-dawn is nigh; … -
To Thomas Moore
My boat is on the shore, / And my bark is on the sea; / But before I go, Tom Moore, … -
Shelley
The Odor of a rose: light of a star: / The essence of a flame blown on by wind, / That lights and warms all near it, bland and kind, … -
Memorabilia
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, / And did he stop and speak to you, / And did you speak to him again? … -
Byron
From “The Course of Time,” Book IV. / HE touched his harp, and nations heard entranced, / As some vast river of unfailing source, … -
Macaulay as Poet
The Dreamy rhymer’s measured snore / Falls heavy on our ears no more; / And by long strides are left behind … -
On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford, for Naples
A Trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, / Nor of the setting sun’s pathetic light / Engendered, hangs o’er Eildon’s triple height: … -
To the Memory of Thomas Hood
Take back into thy bosom, earth, / This joyous, May-eyed morrow, / The gentlest child that ever mirth … -
To Benjamin Robert Haydon
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning: / He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, / Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake, …
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