English Poems – Page 3

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• Ah, My Beloved

  Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
  Today of past regrets and future fears;
  Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be, …

  Omar Khayyam

• A Book of Verse

  A book of verse, underneath the bough,
  A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
  Beside me singing in the wilderness - …

  Omar Khayyam

• A Summer Song

  When as the rye reach to the chin,
  And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
  Strawberries swimming in the cream, …

  George Peele

• La Vita Nuova

  In that book which is
  My memory . . .
  On the first page …

  Dante Alighieri

• Cherry-Ripe

  There is a garden in her face
  Where roses and white lilies blow;
  A heavenly paradise is that place, …

  Thomas Campion

• The Sun Rising

  Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
  Why dost thou thus,
  Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? …

  John Donne

• The Ecstasy

  Where, like a pillow on a bed,
  A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
  The violet's reclining head, …

  John Donne

• Batter My Heart

  Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
  As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
  That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend …

  John Donne

• There is a Lady Sweet and Kind

  There is a lady sweet and kind,
  Was never face so pleas'd my mind;
  I did but see her passing by, …

  Thomas Ford

• A Divine Rapture

  E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
  That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
  And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks, …

  Francis Quarles

• Tell Me Not, Sweet, I am Unkind

  Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
  For, from the nunnery
  Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, …

  Richard Lovelace

• To Althea, from Prison

  When love with unconfined wings
  . . . Hovers within my gates,
  And my divine Althea brings …

  Richard Lovelace

• The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart

  All things uncomely and broken,
  all things worn-out and old,
  The cry of a child by the roadway, …

  William Butler Yeats

• The Sorrow of Love

  The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
  The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
  And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves, …

  William Butler Yeats

• Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

  Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
  Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
  Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• Ruth

  She stood breast high amid the corn,
  Clasped by the golden light of morn,
  Like the sweetheart of the sun, …

  Thomas Hood

• A Pretty Woman

  That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
  And the blue eye
  Dear and dewy, …

  Robert Browning

• A Woman's Last Word

  Let's contend no more, Love,
  Strive nor weep:
  All be as before, Love, …

  Robert Browning

• Cristina

  She should never have looked at me
  If she meant I should not love her!
  There are plenty ... men, you call such, …

  Robert Browning

• In Three Days

  So, I shall see her in three days
  And just one night, but nights are short,
  Then two long hours, and that is morn. …

  Robert Browning

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