English Poetry

I loved you;
even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.

Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Pushkin

Priya, the 4 poems you posted were lovely. Now for a little humor.

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I loved you;
even now I may confess,

Who is the lucky person. You could confess to us. We'll keep a secret. <img>

Sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than
the sound of an instrument. For there is music wherever there is a harmony, order or proportion;
and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres; for those well-ordered motions, and
regular paces, though they give no sound unto the ear, yet to the understanding they strike a note
most full of harmony.
‘Religio Medici’ (1643) pt. 2, sect. 9

U mean who is the one granted a prelude to hell?

Raaz ki baat hai...mehfil mein kahein ya na kahein...........

Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And thou wert left alone
Every existence would exist in thee.
‘Last Lines’

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world’s tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
‘Remembrance’ (1846)

Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And thou wert left alone
Every existence would exist in thee.
‘Last Lines’

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.
‘When we two parted’ (1816)

All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets, until ’tis fine;
But when ’tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Becomes the richer still, the older,
And proves the pleasanter, the colder.
‘Genuine Remains’ (1759) ‘Miscellaneous Thoughts’

She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me.
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
‘She is not fair’ (1833)

Me fly on the wal.. Dont count am here and tell pray tell Priya.. If Catch cant keep a secret who else can

( btw is he jealous or something ..fly wishes to know more... )

Fly on the poem thread, shoo fly shooo.....

Who is jealous? Catch? He was parading as a girl na.

Aur chedo sab mujhe. Just bec U all have loves tucked away at home

At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close?at last?at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,?
But you, dear heart, you love me now.

Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,?
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,?
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!

I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,?
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!

Elizabeth Akers Allen

Dreams

~ Anne Bronte


While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant's form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother's fondest care.

How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!

And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see,

To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myself beloved at last,
To think my heart has found a rest,
My life of solitude is past!

But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
What tongue can speak the dreary void?

A heart whence warm affections flow,
Creator, thou hast given to me,
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joys of love would be?


Love Indestructible

~ Robert Southby

They sin who tell us Love can die.
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell,
Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell;
Earthly these passions of the Earth,
They perish where they have their birth;
But Love is indestructible.
Its holy flame for ever burneth,
From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth;
Too oft on Earth a troubled guest,
At times deceived, at times opprest,
It here is tried and purified,
Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest;
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest time of Love is there.

Are You Loving Enough?

Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Are you loving enough?
There is some one dear,
Some one you hold as the dearest of all
In the holiest shrine of your heart.
Are you making it known?
Is the truth of it clear
To the one you love?
If death's quick call
Should suddenly tear you apart,
Leaving no time for a long farewell,
Would you feel you had nothing to tell---
Nothing you wished you had said before
The closing of that dark door?
Are you loving enough?
The swift years fly---
Oh, faster and faster they hurry away,
And each one carries its dead.
The good deed left for the by and by,
The word to be uttered another day,
May never be done or said.
Let the love word sound in the listening ear,
Nor wait to speak it above a bier.
Oh the time for telling your love is brief,
But long, long, long is the time for grief.
Are you loving enough?

Dimps!!!!! U posted mah poem!!!!

I mean I posted the 'Are U loving enough' one already a day back. But good one anyway.

Are we loving enough? Doubt it. Everyone says love is not enough. Life means more. But when death calls does anything else mean anything?

Dimps' post reminded me of this one by Bronte. Has it been posted before?


Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
O, beautiful, and full of grace!
If thou hadst never met mine eye,
I had not dreamed a living face
Could fancied charms so far outvie.

If I may ne'er behold again
That form and face so dear to me,
Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain
Preserve, for aye, their memory.

That voice, the magic of whose tone
Can wake an echo in my breast,
Creating feelings that, alone,
Can make my tranced spirit blest.

That laughing eye, whose sunny beam
My memory would not cherish less; -
And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam
Nor mortal language can express.

Adieu, but let me cherish, still,
The hope with which I cannot part.
Contempt may wound, and coldness chill,
But still it lingers in my heart.

And who can tell but Heaven, at last,
May answer all my thousand prayers,
And bid the future pay the past
With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

Sorry Priya .. I was actually trying to comment
on the poem that it was good - and by mistake I reposted the same -

So here I am sending 2 poems for you

by :Percy Bysshe Shelley

To ————

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory.—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.—

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed—
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.


Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle—
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Dimps, this is fabulous. Lovely.