Poems about vows (51 Poems)
On The Hurricane (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
You have obey’d, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer’s righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor sought, as heretofore, with Friendly Aid Only, new Motion to bestow Upon the sluggish Vapours, bred below, Condensing into Mists, … Continue reading
La Passion Vaincue (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
On the Banks of the Severn a desperate Maid (Whom some Shepherd, neglecting his Vows, had betray’d,) Stood resolving to banish all Sense of the Pain, And pursue, thro’ her Death, a Revenge on the Swain. Since the Gods, and … Continue reading
The Amulet (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Your picture smiles as first it smiled, The ring you gave is still the same, Your letter tells, O changing child, No tidings since it came. Give me an amulet That keeps intelligence with you, Red when you love, and … Continue reading
Celestial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for love,- Into vision which all form In one only form dissolves; In a region where the wheel, On which all … Continue reading
A Ballad of Hell (John Davidson Poem)
‘A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!’ She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson seal. ‘My love, there is no help on earth, No help in heaven; the dead-man’s bell Must toll our wedding; … Continue reading
Sonnet LV: My Fair, If Thou Wilt (Michael Drayton Poem)
My Fair, if thou wilt register my love, A world of volumes shall thereof arise; Preserve my tears, and thou thyself shalt prove A second flood, down-raining from mine eyes. Note by my sighs, and thine eyes shall behold The … Continue reading
Sonnet XXXVI: Thou Purblind Boy (Michael Drayton Poem)
Cupid Conjured Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack To wound her heart, whose eyes have wounded me, And suffer’d her to glory in my wrack, Thus to my aid I lastly conjure thee: By hellish Styx, by … Continue reading
Sonnet LIV: Yet Read at Last (Michael Drayton Poem)
Yet read at last the story of my woe, The dreary abstracts of my endless cares, With my life’s sorrow interlined so, Smok’d with my sighs and blotted with my tears, The sad memorials of my miseries, Penn’d in the … Continue reading
To The Virginian Voyage (Michael Drayton Poem)
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country’s name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit’ring hinds Lurke here at home with shame. Britons, you stay too long, Quickly aboard bestow you; And with a merry gale Swell your … Continue reading
The Parting (Michael Drayton Poem)
SINCE there ‘s no help, come let us kiss and part– Nay, I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake … Continue reading