Welcome to More Famous Love Poems #1

Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
Those pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
 

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino:
How that a life was but a flower,
In Spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the Spring.
 

And therefore take the present time.
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime.
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding adding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
William Shakespeare
 

Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,
Her virtues were so rare.
All Fools - G. Chapman
 

By noting of the lady I have marked
A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes.
Much Ado About Nothing - William Shakespeare
 

Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things,
Who trip in this frolicsome round,
Pray tell me from whence this impertinence springs,
The sexes at once to confound?
Song for Ranelagh - P. Whitehead
 

In each cheek appears a pretty dimple;
Love made those hollows; if himself were slain,
He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why, there Love lived and there he could not die.
Venus and Adonis - William Shakespeare
 

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old:
Across the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day
The happy princess follow'd him.
 

“I’d sleep another hundred years,
“O love, for such another kiss;”
“O wake for ever, love,” she hears,
“O love, ‘twas such as this and this.”
And o'er them many a sliding star,
And many a merry wind was borne,
And, stream'd through many a golden bar,
The twilight melted into morn.
 

"O eyes long laid in happy sleep!"
“O happy sleep, that lightly fled!"
"O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!"
“O love thy kiss would wake the dead!"
And o'er them many a flowing range
Of vapour buoy'd the crescent bark,
And, rapt through many a rosy change
The twilight died into the dark.
 

"A hundred summers! can it be?
And whither goest thou, tell me where?"
“O seek my father's court with me,
For there are greater wonders there."
And o'er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day ,
Through all the world she follow'd him.
The Day-Dream - The Departure - Alfred, Lord Tennyson
 

What is a kiss? Alacke! at worst,
A single Dropp to quenche a Thirst,
Tho’ oft it prooves, in happie Hour,
The first swete Dropp of our long Showre.
In the Old Time - C.G. Leland