Scrutinie, The (by: Richard Lovelace (1618 - 1657)) Why should you swear I am forsworn, Since thine I vow'd to be? Lady it is already Morn, And 'twas last night I swore to thee That fond impossibility. continue reading
So Sweet Love Seemed That April Morn (by: Robert Bridges (1844 - 1930)) So sweet love seemed that april morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change. continue reading
Somebody's Song (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) This is what I vow; He shall have my heart to keep, Sweetly will we stir and sleep, All the years, as now. Swift the measured sands may run; Love like this is never done; He and I are welded one: This is what I vow. continue reading
Song (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. continue reading
Song (by: Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803 - 1849)) How many times di I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall'n year... continue reading
Song Of The Women,The (by: Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)) How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How shall the woman's message reach unto her Above the tumult of the packed bazaar? Free wind of March, against the lattice blowing, Bear thou our thanks, lest she depart unknowing. continue reading
Song, A (by: Charles Alexander Richmond) Oh, red is the English rose, And the lilies of France are pale, And the poppies grow in the golden wheat, continue reading
Summum Bonum (by: Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)) All the wonder and wealth of the mine In the heart of one gem In the core of one pearl all the shade And the shine of the sea... continue reading
