POETRY FOR ST. VALENTINE'S DAY - 91 poems for the lovestruck - Various - ebook

A GREAT READ  FOR THE ROMANTIC SOULS OF THIS WORLD, especially for St. Valentine’s day!The verse in this volume were  selected from works that had appeared in Various periodicals of the time, LIFE, TRUTH, TOWN TOPICS, VOGUE, and MUNSEY'S MAGAZINE during the five years 1893-1898, the 19th C’s Romantic period,  and whose editors kindly gave Tom Hall permission to republish them. So popular was this collection of poetry, that it had at least six print runs.This volume is made up of two parts. The first contains the more serious poetry of the heart and the second part more light hearted and sometimes comical poems about love. However, of special mention are “In Old Madrid” and on amore light hearted note “A Slight Surprise”. But these are not just poems for the young, for love belongs to all ages. Here we recommend “Love’s Return” about a grey haired man whose heart is bursting because he has found love again at a later stage in life; and never fear , if you have been rejected or if your heart has been broken by a love lost to another, there is a poem for you too. Here we recommend “Hard Hit”, “Rejected” and “What It Is”.We ask you to be aware that these poems were penned over one hundred years ago and the protocols for dating and courting in the 19th C. were vastly different to those of today. So, when reading these poems to your loved one, think Jane Austen, Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet and you’re sure to deliver the prose with all the meaning intended and with a degree of elegance missing from the current age. Oh, don’t forget the chocolates, roses and champagne, for they, with the reciting of a romantic poem are sure to win over an unsure heart.NOTE: The contents of this volume are not related to the 1920 silent movie, of a similar name, neither is it related to the 1981 novel, also of a similar name. It is quite simply a collection of ninety-one enjoyable, short poems which relate to matters of the heart. Some are solemn and others more jovial in nature, and, with the exception of one or two, all are one page or less in length which makes for an easy and pleasant read.This volume has been especially produced to help raise funds for that charity of charities. So buy a copy and be assured that 10% of the profit from the sale of this book will be donated to a worthwhile cause.===============TAGS: Poetry, poems, Verse, romance, romantic, st valentines, st. valentine’s, day, roses, chocolates, champagne, kings, queens, bowers, Perfect Face, Moonlight Sonata, Kiss, smooch, snog, lips, Bride, love, Rose From Her Hair, Blush, Blood On The Rose, Old Madrid, Duel, Shroud, Return, Wish, Serenade, Rose In Her Hair, Reverie, Beauty, Dream, Return, Hyacinth, dance, waltz, Farewell, Valentine, Hard Hit, Rejected, rejection, jokers, heart, Ingratitude, resolve, Resolution, Girl, woman, women, Hero, Sweet, Summer, Pew, Suspicious Lover, Afraid, Tantalize, tantalise, no, Uncertainty, Youth, Bachelor, man, men, Discovered, Midsummer Night, Tempest, Gallant, Vanity, proposal, ring, diamond, head over heels,

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Poetry for St. Valentine’s Day

or“When Hearts Are Trumps”

Compiled By

Tom Hall

Sixth Edition

Originally Published By

Frederick A. Stokes, New York


Republished By

Abela Publishing, London


Poetry for St. Valentine’s Day

Typographical arrangement of this edition

© Abela Publishing 2018

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The verses in this volume have been selected from work that has appeared in various periodicals during the past five years (1893-1898). Especially to the editors of LIFE, TRUTH, TOWN TOPICS, VOGUE, and MUNSEY'S MAGAZINE I have to offer my thanks for their permission to republish the majority of them.


NEW YORK, February 1, 1894.

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Abela Publishing acknowledges the work that

Tom Hall

did in compiling and publishing this volume

in a time well before any electronic media was in use.

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10%of the profit from the sale of this book will be donated to Charities






The Perfect Face

The Moonlight Sonata

The Kiss

The Bride

A Problem

To Phyllis Reading A Letter

A Rose From Her Hair

When I Told Her My Love

My Lady, You Blushed

The American Slave

Sell Her,—That's Right

Time And Place

Blood On The Rose

In Old Madrid

The Duel

The Shroud

Love's Return

One Wish

For Me

To A Water-Color

The Serenade

To The Rose In Her Hair

Her Reverie

To Beauty

Dreaming Of You

Please Return

Almost Dying Of Ennui

Jacks From Jack


In The Waltz

She Is Mine

Old Times

Of My Love

The Farewell

The Last Dance

Why He Asked For A Vacation

The Editor's Valentine

The Old-Fashioned Girl

A Retrospect

Hard Hit



Her Yachting Cap


Before Her Mirror

At Old Point Comfort

A Drop Too Much


A Few Resolutions

A Dilemma

A Choice Not Necessary

That Boston Girl

The Hero

The Sweet Summer Girl

Her Fan



An Important Distinction

Two Kinds

What It Is

In Her Pew

The Suspicious Lover To The Star

A Slight Surprise

Past Vs. Present

The Usual Way

A Difference In Style


Ye Retort Exasperating

A Rhyming Reverie

A Sure Winner


His Usual Fate

On Two Letters From Her

A Serenade—En Deux Langues

When A Girl Says "No."


Her Peculiarities

The Reply Of The Observant Youth

Tying The Strings Of Her Shoe

When You Are Rejected

A Bachelor's Views

My Cigarette


The Ice In The Punch

The Tale Of A Broken Heart

Where Did You Get It?


A Midsummer Night's Tempest.

The Abused Gallant

After The Ball

Vanity Fair

For The Long Voyage

Poetry for


The Perfect Face

The Graces, on a summer day,

Grew serious for a moment; yea,

They thought in rivalry to trace

The outline of a perfect face.

Each used a rosebud for a brush,

And, while it glowed with sunset's blush,

Each painted on the evening sky,

And each a star used for the eye.

They finished. Each a curtaining cloud

Drew back, and each exclaimed aloud:

"Behold, we three have drawn the same,

From the same model!" Ah, her name?

I know. I saw the pictures grow.

I saw them falter, fade, and go.

I know the model. Oft she lures

My heart. The face, my sweet, was yours.

The Moonlight Sonata

The notes still float upon the air,

Just as they did that night.

I see the old piano there,—

Oh, that again I might!

Her young voice haunts my eager ear;

Her hair in the candle-light

Still seems an aureole,—a tear

Is my spectroscope to-night.

I hear her trembling tell me "No,"

And I know that she answered right

But I throw a kiss to the stars, and though

She be wed she will dream to-night.

The Kiss

Over the green fields, over the snow,

Something I send thee, something I throw.

No one can guess it; no one can know.

Light as a feather, quick as the eye;

Thin as a sunbeam, deep as the sky;

Worthless, but something a queen could not buy.

Ah, you have caught it, love! How do I know?

Sweet, there are secrets lost ages ago.

Lovers learn all of them. Smile not,—'tis so.

The Bride

Before her mirror, robed in spotless white,

She stands and, wondering, looks at her own face,

Amazed at its new loveliness and grace.

Smiling and blushing at the pretty sight,

So fraught is she with innocent delight,

She feels the tender thrill of his embrace

Crushing her lilies into flowery lace;

Then sighs and starts, even as though from fright.

Then fleets before her eyes the happy past;

She turns from it with petulant disdain,

And tries to read the future,—but in vain.

Blank are its pages from the first to last.

She hears faint music, smiles, and leaves the room

Just as one rosebud more bursts into bloom.

A Problem

Give you a problem for your midnight toil,—

One you can study till your hair is white

And never solve and never guess aright,

Although you burn to dregs your midnight oil?

O Sage, I give one that will make you moil.

Just take one weakling little woman's heart.

Prepare your patience, furbish up your art.

How now? Did I not see you then recoil?

Tell me how many times it has known pain;