Letter I by B. L. Goss Last I checked there were no saints in this shabby hole of a beachtown hideout just us, only us trying our damndest to get somewhere like heaven and slipping into the temporary bliss of biology in stead. Breathe deep, those stars are calling. I believe they’re coming closer and…
Love Poems
A SONNET by Henry Howard The Earl of Surrey
A SONNET Description and Praise of his Love Geraldine. From Tuscan’ came my lady’s worthy race; Fair Florence was some time their ancient seat; The western isle, whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber’s cliffs, did give her lively heat: Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast; Her sire an earl; her dame of…
THE GIFT by Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774) THE GIFT by Oliver Goldsmith TO IRIS, IN BOW STREET, CONVENT GARDEN SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make, Expressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes, Should I at once deliver, Say, would the angry fair one prize The gift, who…
Hidden Flame by John Dryden
John Dryden (1631-1700) Hidden Flame by John Dryden Feed a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me: ‘Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it, That I had rather die than once remove it. Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;…
To Lucasta, Going to the Warres by Richard Lovelace
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
To Celia by Ben Jonson
Ben Jonson (1573-1637) To Celia Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I’ll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove’s nectar sup, I would not…