Love Poems – Page 3155

• The Old Man's Carousal

  Drink! drink! to whom shall we drink? / To a friend or a mistress? Come, let me think! / To those who are absent, or those who are here? …

  by James Kirke Paulding

• The Old Oaken Bucket

  How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, / When fond recollection presents them to view! / The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, …

  by Samuel Woodworth

• The Old Road

  The road is left that once was trod / By man and heavy-laden beast; / And new ways opened, iron-shod, …

  by Jones Very

• The Old Sergeant

  “come a little nearer, Doctor,—thank you,—let me take the cup: / Draw your chair up,—draw it closer,—just another little sup! / May be you may think I ’m better; but I ’m pretty well used up:— …

  by Forceythe Willson

• The Old Sexton

  Nigh to a grave that was newly made, / Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade; / His work was done, and he paused to wait …

  by Park Benjamin

• The Old Squire

  I Like the hunting of the hare / Better than that of the fox; / I like the joyous morning air, …

  by Wilfred Scawen Blunt

• The Old Vagabond

  Anonymous translation from the French / HERE in the ditch my bones I ’ll lay; / Weak, wearied, old, the world I leave. …

  by Pierre Jean de Béranger

• The Old Village Choir

  I Have fancied, sometimes, the Bethel-bent beam, / That trembled to earth in the patriarch’s dream, / Was a ladder of song in that wilderness rest, …

  by Benjamin Franklin Taylor

• The Old Violin

  Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust, / Like some great thought on a forgotten page; / The soul of music cannot fade or rust,— …

  by Maurice Francis Egan

• The Old Woman

  As a white candle / In a holy place, / So is the beauty …

  by Joseph Campbell

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