lovely poems and Quotes

O Joy of creation,

To be!
O rapture, to fly

And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,
Though its smoke shall hide the sun,
I shall find my love--the one

Born for me!
I shall know him where he stands

All alone,
With the power in his hands

Not e'erthrown;
I shall know him by his face,
By his godlike front and grace;
I shall hold him for a space

~All my own!

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What is so sweet and dear

As a prosperous morn in May,

The confident prime of the day,
And the dauntless youth of the year,
When nothing that asks for bliss,

Asking aright, is denied,
And half of the world a bridegroom is,
And half of the world a bride?

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Between your sheets you soundly sleep
Nor dream of vigils that we lovers keep
While all the night, I waking sigh your name,
The tender sound does every nerve inflame,
Imagination shows me all your charms,
The plenteous silken hair, and waxen arms,
And all the beauties that supinely rest

~between your sheets.

Ah Lindamira, could you see my heart,
How fond, how true, how free from fraudful art,
The warmest glances poorly do explain
The eager wish, the melting throbbing pain
Which through my very blood and soul I feel,
Which you cannot believe nor I reveal,
Which every metaphor must render less
And yet (methinks) which I could well express

~between your sheets.

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Love is a bog, a deep bog, a wide bog

Love is a clog, a great clog, a close clog

'Tis a wilderness to lose ourselves

Then draw Dun out o' the mire

And throw the clog into the fire.

Keep in the King's Highway

And sober, you cannot stray

Then if you admire no female elf
The halter may go hang itself

Drink wine and be merry, for love is a folly
And dwells in the house of melancholy

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I wander'd lonely as a cloud
...That floats on high o'er vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

...A host, of golden daffodils

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
...And twinkle on the Milky Way

They stretch'd in never-ending line
...Along the margin of a bay

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

The waves beside them danced, but they
....Out-did the sparkling waves in glee

A poet could not but be gay

...In such a jocund company

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brough

For oft, when on my couch I lie
...In vacant or in pensive mood

They flash upon that inward eye
...Which is the bliss of solitude

And then my heart with pleasure fills

And dances with the daffodils

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When, Celia, must my old day set

...And my young morning rise
In beams of joy so bright as yet
...Ne'er bless'd a lover's eyes?
My state is more advanced than when
...I first attempted thee:
I sued to be a servant then,
...But now to be made free.
I've served my time faithful and true,
...Expecting to be placed
In happy freedom, as my due

...To all the joys thou hast

Ill husbandry in love is such
...A scandal to love's power

We ought not to misspend so much
...As one poor short-lived hour.
Yet think not, sweet I'm weary grown

...That I pretend such haste

Since none to surfeit e'er was known
...Before he had a taste

My infant love could humbly wait
...When, young, it scarce knew how
To plead; but grown to man's estate

...He is impatient now

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 I will not give thee all my heart
For that I need a place apart
To dream my dreams in, and I know
Few sheltered ways for dreams to go

But when I shut the door upon
Some secret wonder still, withdrawn--
Why does thou love me even more

And hold me closer than before?

When I of love demand the least,
Thou biddest him to fire and feast

When I am hungry and would eat

There is no bread, though crusts were sweet

If I with manna may be fed

Shall I go all uncomforted?
Nay! Howsoever dear thou art

I will not give thee all my heart

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Let other beauties have the power
To make one lovesick for an hour

Perhaps for a whole day or two,
But so to captivate a heart
That it shall never, never part:
Only that power remains in you.
Let other beauties have the skill
By tempering smiles some fears to kill
And by degrees a heart undo.
But with a sweet yet tyrant eye
At once to bid one look and die:
None has that art but only you.
Fair wonder, to those flaming eyes
A heart I fain would sacrifice
If I had e'er a one in store

But having lost mine long before

Well may I sigh, wish and adore

But for my life can die no more.

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When poor, and moneys nowhere can obtain

Thy love to me is more than th'Indias' gain

When I am starved for want of daily bread
Thy love doth fill me more than when I'm fed

When I am thirsty, almost dead, I think
Thy love doth quench me so, ne'er wish for drink.
And when I'm naked, what doth thy love do?
Even feed the hungry, cloth the naked too.

I prithee, do thus with the army all
As thou hast done with their Lord General.

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How hardly I concealed my tears

...How oft did I complain!
When, many tedious days, my fears
...Told me I loved in vain.
But now my joys as wild are grown

...And hard to be concealed

Sorrow may make a silent moan

...But joy will be revealed

I tell it to the bleating flocks

...To every stream and tree

And bless the hollow murmuring rocks
...For echoing back to me

Thus you may see with how much joy
...We want, we wish, believe

'Tis hard such passion to destroy
...But easy to deceive.

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Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport--O! with whom
...But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb

That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recall'd thee to my mind

...But how could I forget thee? Through what power,
...Even for the least division of an hour

Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss?--That thought's return
...Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore

Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn

...Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more

That neither present time, nor years unborn
...Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.

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When I am dead, my dearest

...Sing no sad songs for me

Plant thou no roses at my head

...Nor shady cypress tree

Be the green grass above me
...With showers and dewdrops wet

And if tho wilt, remember

...And tho wilt, forget

I shall not see the shadows

...I shall not feel the rain

I shall not hear the nightingale
...Sing on, as if in pain

And dreaming through the twilight
...That doth not rise nor set

Haply I may remember

...And haply may forget

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Chloe's a Nymph in flowery groves

...A Nereid in the streams

Saint-like she in the temple moves

...A woman in my dreams

Love steals artillery from her eyes

...The Graces point her charms

Orpheus is rivall'd in her voice

...And Venus in her arms

Never so happily in one
...Did heaven and earth combine

And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone
...That makes her so divine.

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I have been here before,

But when or how I cannot tell

I know the grass beyond the door

The sweet keen smell

The sighing sound, the lights around the shore

You have been mine before--

How long ago I may not know

But just when at that swallow's soar

Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall,--I knew it all of yore

Then, now,--perchance again!

O round mine eyes your tresses shake!

Shall we not lie as we have lain

Thus for Love's sake

And sleep, and wake, yet never break the chain?

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April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter

Then, the moment after

Weep thy girlish tears

April, that mine ears
like a lover greatest

If I tell thee, sweetest

All my hopes and fears

April, April

Laugh thy golden laughter

But, the moment after

Weep thy golden tears!

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Nay, tempt me not to love again

There was a time when love was sweet

Dear Nea! had I known thee then

Our souls had not been slow to meet!
But, oh! this weary heart hath run

So many a time the rounds of pain

Not even for thee, thou lovely one!

Would I endure such pangs again.

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When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast

One after the other

Wedge you away from me

And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you

To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

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When you gain her Affection, take care to preserve it

Lest others persuade her, you do not deserve it.
Still study to heighten the Joys of her Life

Not treat her the worse, for her being your Wife.
If in Judgment she errs, set her right, without Pride

'Tis the Province of insolent Fools, to deride.
A Husband's first Praise, is a Friend and Protector

Then change not these Titles, for Tyrant and Hector

Let your Person be neat, unaffectedly clean

Tho' alone with your wife the whole Day you remain

Chuse Books, for her study, to fashion her Mind

To emulate those who exell'd of her Kind

Be Religion the principal Care of your Life

As you hope to be blest in your Children and Wife

So you, in your Marriage, shall gain its true End

And find, in your Wife, a Companion and Friend.

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Blindfold I should to Myra run

And swear to love her ever

Yet when the bandage was undone

Should only think her clever

With the full usage of my eyes

I Chloe should decide for

But when she talks, I her despise

Whom, dumb, I could have died for!

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Happy is he that hath your view

More happy is he that sighs for you

But happy sure he needs must prove
Who sighing, makes you sigh for love

Happy is he that may be bold
To kiss your lips, and not controlled
To taste sweetness that hath power
To give life at a dying hour.
Happy is he that may so much
As hear and see and taste and touch
Those eyes, lips, hands, breasts and the rest
That can make man like angel blessed.

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O What a plague is love!

How shall I bear it?
She will inconstant prove

I greatly fear it

She so torments my mind

That my strength filth

And wavers with the wind

As a ship saileth.
Please her the best I may

She loves still to gainsay

Alack and well-a-day!

Phillada flouts me.
At the fair yesterday

She did pass by me

She look'd another way

And would not spy me

I woo'd her for to dine

But could not get her

Will had her to the wine

He might entreat her

With Daniel she did dance

On me she look'd askance

O thrice unhappy chance!

Phillada flouts me.

I cannot work nor sleep
...At all in season

Love wounds my heart so deep

Without all reason.
I 'gin to pine away

In my love's shadow

Like as a fat beast may

Penn'd in a meadow.
I shall be dead, I fear

Within this thousand year

And all for that my dear

Phillada flouts me.

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Come, let us now resolve at last

To live and love in quiet

We'll tie the knot so very fast

That Time shall ne'er untie it.
The truest joys they seldom prove

Who free from quarrels live

'Tis the most tender part of love

Each other to forgive.

When least I seem'd concern'd, I took

No pleasure nor no rest;
And when I feign'd an angry look

Alas! I loved you best.
Own but the same to me you'll find

How blest will be our fate.
O to be happy to be kind

Sure never is too late!

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Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!

Where luxury curtains out the evening sky

Triumphant Mirth sits flush'd upon thy brow

And ready laughter lurks within thine eye.

Where the long day declineth, lone I sit

In idle thought, my listless hands entwined

And, faintly smiling at remember'd wit

Act the scene over to my musing mind.

In my lone dreams I hear thy eloquent voice

I see the pleased attention of the throng

And bid my spirit in thy joy rejoice

Lest in love's selfishness I do thee wrong.

Ah! midst that proud and mirthful company

Send'st thou no wondering thought to love and me?