The Poetry Pages
Love (2)
And when, with weariness oppressed:
I sink in spite of you to rest,
Your image, like a lovely sprite,
Haunts me in dreams through half the night.
-- Robert Fuller Murray. Love's Phantom.
If the merest dream of love were true
Then, sweet, we should be in heaven,
And this is only earth, my dear,
Where true love is not given.
-- Elizabeth Siddall. Dead Love.
- Thine Eyes I Love...
- Rivals
- Preference
- Tell Me, My Heart, If This Be Love?
- Angel In Your Pocket
- Conquering
- Mediocrity in Love Rejected
- A Rejected Lover
- Rejected
- Six Ribbons
- Ice and Fire
- The Story of the Ashes and the Flame
- To His Lute
- With How Sad Steps
- Only A Smile
- Love's Phantom
- The Cloud Confines
- Dead Love
- The Dead Love
- Too Late (2)
- Love That Doth Reign
- Plead For Me
- The Self Banished
- Shall I Wasting In Despair
