Last Ride Together

Last Ride Together

...…Fail I alone, in words and deeds?

Why, all men strive and who success?

We rode; it seemed my spirit flew,

Saw other regions, cities new

As the world rushed by on either side…..

I hoped she would love me; here we ride.

Robert Browning

When You Get Old - W .B. Yeats

When You Get Old

….. How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

W .B. Yeats

Love Not Me for Comely Grace - John Wilbye

Love Not Me for Comely Grace

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face;…..
For those may fail or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever.
Keep therefore a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why…

John Wilbye

Love Sonnet 130 - William Shakespeare

Love Sonnet 130

 

 

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks…

 

William Shakespeare

The Clod and the Pebble - William Blake

The Clod and the Pebble

 

 

Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in anothers loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.

William Blake love poem

How Do I Love Thee - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How Do I Love Thee

 

 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!  and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning love poem

Life in a Love - Robert Browning

Life in a Love

 

 

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

Robert Browning love poem