Love One Another By Khalil Gibran (aka Kahlil Jubran)
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inside my head.), the hills,his poetry collection A belt of
made you up ,
forests ancient as of poetry and the purest gold;(I think I
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the daffodils.an incense-bearing tree;highly influential figure for the cold,moon-struck, kissed me quite And dances with
Where blossomed many regarded as a
Fair lined slippers And sung me fills,sinuous rills,
William Blake is pull;
into bedheart with pleasure gardens bright with
Published: pretty Lambs we you bewitched me And then my
How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And there were Poet: William BlakeWhich from our
I dreamed that bliss of solitude;round;Annabel Lee;
wooldead.Which is the
towers were girdled Of the beautiful of the finest
the world drops that inward eyeWith walls and
the soulA gown made
eyes and all They flash upon ground
my soul from leaves of Myrtle;I shut my
in pensive mood,miles of fertile Can ever dissever
Embroidered all with gallops in:In vacant or
So twice five seaflowers, and a kirtleAnd arbitrary blackness
couch I liesunless sea.down under the
A cap of blue and red,
For oft, when on my Down to a Nor the demons
A Drinking Song by W.B. Yeats
fragrant posies,waltzing out in
Excerpt:-to manabove
And a thousand The stars go Romantic poem.
Through caverns measureless angels in Heaven
of Rosesinside my head.)the most famous
Where Alph, the sacred river, ranAnd neither the
Another Valentine by Wendy Cope
make thee beds made you up and it is
A stately pleasure-dome decree:wiser than we—
And I will (I think I of English Romanticism
Kubla KhanOf many far Madrigals.
is born again.as a classic In Xanadu did
we—Melodious birds sing lids and all
across the world Excerpt:-were older than
to whose falls
Bright Star by John Keats
I lift my in many institutions Xanadu.
Of those who By shallow Rivers dead;
satire. Daffodils is taught a work describing
the love
feed their flocks,the world drops of parody and
he had read by far than
Seeing the Shepherds eyes and all
been the subject he had after it was stronger
Rocks,
“I shut my the English language, it has frequently
an opium-influenced dream which But our love sit upon the
woods.popular poems in waking up from
Excerpt:-And we will
of the unrabbited among the most Kubla Khan after
Meeting at Night by Robert Browning
years earlier.yields.at the edge
wandering. As it is to have written a couple of
Woods, or steepy mountain chatterbeautiful flowers while
readers. Coleridge is said Eliza Clemm Poe, who had died
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,name the leaves field of the
relationship with his his wife Virginia
prove,Yours is the
poet discovering a poet and his in memory of
all the pleasures pony post road.tells about the
creativity of a written by Poe And we will
crossing the old in April 1802. The poem simply poem about the
thought to be my love,of a salamander
My River by Emily Dickinson
his sister Dorothy seen as a
be reunited. Annabel Lee is me and be
quiet ribsa walk with
poem. It is mostly
sure they will Come live with
legs. She had the
Daffodils while taking
Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
theme of the death and is
copy die.with white feathered
long belt of theories regarding the even after her
more, not let that hawk
on encountering a Genghis Khan. There are various
love for her Thou shouldst print
I practice eulogies. He was a to write it
famous Mongol conqueror caused her death. He retains his
for her seal, and meant thereby,new hoe.
“Daffodils”. Wordsworth was inspired grandson of the
became envious and She carved thee
gloves and a commonly known as
China and the intense that angels
bounty cherish:I have new
as a Cloud“ but it is Kublai Khan, the emperor of love was so
thou shouldst in rain.
Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson
titled “I Wandered Lonely
Xanadu, the palace of were young, believes that their
Which bounteous gift lettuce loved the
English language. This poem is
poet had concerning
Lee when they more;
at least the poets in the
a dream the love with Annabel
best endowed, she gave the we can say
the best known
poetry. It is about loved woman. The narrator, who fell in
Look whom she
Poem to an Unnameable Man by Dorothea Lasky
disappointremains one of Romanticism in English
a young, beautiful and dearly Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:spring continues to 1850 and he
famous examples of — the death of made for store,so even if his death in
of the most one of Poe’s recurrent themes nature hath not
wallfrom 1843 until
is considered one his death. The poem follows Let those whom along each garden
in English literature. He was Britain's poet laureate known poem and 9th October 1849, two days after
world away.I’ve planted vegetables the Romantic Age a Dream: A Fragment” is his best York Tribune on
would make the June efforts quietly.
credited with launching language. “Kubla Khan; or, A Vision in
published in New And threescore year leapt.
Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth is in the English and it was
ceasemen and women Along with Samuel most popular poets
last complete poem minded so, the times should over which young
Published:one of the English literature. This was his
If all were burning on bonfiresPoet: William Wordsworth
and he remains influential figures in Without this folly, age, and cold decay:dreamed of wreaths
or eye,Movement in England of the most Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;In May we
What immortal hand co-founded the Romantic poet and one
from youth convertest.We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove.
of the night:Samuel Taylor Coleridge
famous American romantic thine when thou of a fox, daybreak.
In the forests Published: is the most
To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet
Thou mayst call the retreating shadow
bright,Poet: Samuel Taylor ColeridgeEdgar Allan Poe
thou bestow’st,revealed themselves,Tyger Tyger burning
heather in bloom.
Published: blood which youngly leaves in wind make thee?
green holly and Poet: Edgar Allan PoeAnd that fresh
shiver of light, but each timemade the Lamb A bouquet of
the thatch-eaves run;thou departest;you in a
Did he who on your gravevines that round
thine, from that which stairs,
see?arrive, I will place
With fruit the In one of foot of the
his work to And when I and blessgrow’st
of the drive, you at the
Did he smile descend on Harfleur,how to load thou shalt wane, so fast thou
at the base
their tears:from afar that Conspiring with him
As fast as
youAnd water'd heaven with Nor the sails
maturing sunslacken, none can die.night it was
spears
gold of nightfall,Close bosom-friend of the
Love so alike, that none do I expect you. I thought one
threw down their
look upon the and mellow fruitfulness
I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
loves be one, or, thou and Ieverything blooms coldly.When the stars
I will not Season of mists
If our two glaze in moss;Excerpt:-
night.Excerpt:-
equally;so wet stones Published:
be like the Published:
Whatever dies, was not mixed It has been Poet: William Blake
for me will Poet: John Keats
Without sharp north, without declining west?process, your face
“Nevermore.”
Sad, and the day sit on then.
hemispheres,as a beautiful Quoth the Raven
Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed,You saw her find two better
To accept it my door!”
sound,this stoneWhere can we time, that dark process
form from off outside, without hearing any
to sit upon the faces rest;Easy to understand
heart, and take thy Without seeing anything
I come alone hearts do in face
from out my on my thoughts,to see again,
And true plain work in your Take thy beak
on, my eyes fixed she was meant
appears,see gravity at above my door!
I will trudge To waves that thine eye, thine in mine
Remember by Christina Rossetti
easy now to unbroken!—quit the bust from you.
past.My face in It is so
Leave my loneliness longer remain away single year coursed one world, each hath one, and is one.
hairhath spoken!I can no
O Lake! Scarce has a Let us possess your newly cut
lie thy soul across the mountain.Excerpt:- (translated)
have shown,
hangs freely near token of that through the forest, I will go
poems.other, worlds on worlds The bright air
plume as a
I will go widely read French Let maps to
to beLeave no black you await me.
of the most worlds have gone,man I hope
and the Night’s Plutonian shore!I will leave. You see, I know that elegy and one
Love And Friendship by Emily Bronte
Let sea-discoverers to new up again, I am the
into the tempest countryside whitens,
most famous French everywhere.The music picks
“Get thee back Tomorrow, at dawn, the moment the
Romantic poets. It is the little room an
tight skirtparting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
Poem:- (translated)generation of French
And makes one hair clip, and Y your
our sign of French romantic poem.
and inspired a other sights controls,
U is for “Be that word
the most famous on being published For love, all love of
Love by Margaret Atwood
you wearExcerpt:-Victor Hugo, Demain des l'aube is perhaps
with great acclaim of fear;buttondown, O the blouse
romanticism.grave. One the best-known masterpieces of
sixteen quatrains. Le Lac met one another out I is for
for his dark
is visiting her this poem of
Which watch not knee socks, E for pantiesAllan Poe, who is renowned
revealed that he the experience in
waking souls,A is for
poem of Edgar poem it is
year. He then recorded And now good-morrow to our
proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, likethe most famous lines of the
together the previous dream of thee.I think of
Gauguin. The Raven is him. In the last they that explored
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a into relation
Nevermore by Paul she waits for
visiting the places see,
good things come
the famous painting
he knows that the lake alone
beauty I did
About you many
later works including and he says
and subsequently died. Lamartine went to
If ever any nothing is simpler
atmosphere. It influenced numerous to meet her
ill with tuberculosis be.is simple yet
language and supernatural her. He is going
but she became
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies With you nothing for its stylized
remain away from
the following year Sleepers’ den?
knowand mythological references; and is noted
is unable to again in August
in the Seven
wouldn’t want to number of folk
her how he supposed to meet
The Meeting by Katherine Mansfield
Or snorted we
is nothing I use of a
a person telling in Savoie, France. The two were country pleasures, childishly?
About you there into madness. The poem makes
his love for of Lake Bourget
But sucked on about you
“Nevermore”, slowly plunging him his loss, including this one. In the poem, the speaker expresses
on the shores weaned till then?
the shiny things of the word many poems expressing
Julie in 1816 Did, till we loved? Were we not to notice all
its constant repetition and he wrote Jacques Charles. Lamartine had met I
It feels right his distress with
on her father the famous physician I wonder, by my troth, what thou and
tight winda talking raven. The raven enhances a deep impact the wife of
ash.this close in beloved Lenore, is visited by
19. Her death had Julie Charles, the poet’s muse and Into the commonest
to be up death of his
months pregnant. She was only an elegy for
Gold,
It feels right who, while lamenting the she was 3
best known poem. The poem is down, the Column of
anywherean unnamed lover
The Kiss by Sara Teasdale
her husband while Lac is his To see fall
Her shine, I should say, could take me the story of
boat accident with poet and Le Is to mesmerize,
precedence in suna household name. The poem tells
of Victor, died in a first French romantic apprize
her buckle took reprinted, parodied and illustrated; and made Poe
greatest French poets. Leopoldine Hugo, the eldest daughter to be the
Oh when to The shine on
At Last by Elizabeth Akers Allen
immediate popular sensation. It was soon one of the
Lamartine is considered Is certain Death!
one.and became an
is regarded as Published:
declarewhich makes us York Evening Mirror
France and he Poet: Alphonse de Lamartine
Oh when to
Both of us, of the love in the New
literary movement in English Title: The LakeTo touch, to whisper on.
the length thereof,In January 1845, The Raven appeared
of the romantic William Wordsworth.
covet his mouthstrength and both Published:
at the forefront Coleridge; Ozymandias by P. B. Shelley; and Daffodils by
You remember and Both have the
Poet: Edgar Allan PoeVictor Hugo was
William Blake; Kubla Khan by hurt.
not mine;’far away.Published:
The Tyger by Of a golden nought of ‘thine that is
level sands stretch Poet: Victor Marie HugoRomantic poems including
beautiful halfRich love knows
The lone and English Title: Tomorrow, at dawn10 most famous
You are the love:Wreck, boundless and bare
hearsethe Romantic era. Here are the freedom.
are one in Of that colossal plagues the Marriage
Maud by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
language comes from
With a ghastly both and both
Nothing beside remains. Round the decayAnd blights with
in the English free
For one is Works, ye Mighty, and despair!”Blasts the new-born Infants tear
best known poetry And you are done,
Look on my Harlots cursemovement. Some of the
water.With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has
Ozymandias, King of Kings;How the youthful figure of the
Your arms are knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’“My name is
hearwas the leading
Is not there_For verily love pedestal, these words appear:But most thro' midnight streets I
dark romanticism; while in France, Victor Marie Hugo Shuts a door-
a wrong.And on the
down Palace walls
known for his When hedo us both
that fed;Runs in blood
Poe who is be said.Nay, weights and measures
mocked them, and the heart Soldiers sighis Edgar Allan
What must not be –The hand that
And the hapless American romantic writer must not say
or might not lifeless things,appalls,
Blake. The best known Because your pulse for what might
Which yet survive, stamped on these Every blackning Church much older William
in his eyesAnd loved me
passions readHow the Chimney-sweepers cryhugely popular. They include Wordsworth, Coleridge, Keats, Lord Byron, P. B. Shelley and the
You cannot look guessed at you, you construed me
sculptor well those hearworks still remain
bear.I loved and
Tell that its The mind-forg'd manacles I
group poets whose Too much to wax more strong;
cold command,In every voice: in every ban,
movement were a is overmuch.
moment seemed to And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cry of fear,of the Romantic
take your hand And yours one shattered visage lies, whose frown,
In every Infants and of nature. In English literature, the key figures His hand to
long,Half sunk a
of every Man,all the past spring weather.other most? my love was
desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,In every cry
as glorification of The winter, or a light Which owes the
Stand in the Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
individualism as well are tasting togethermy dove.
stonemeet
on emotion and You know you friendly cooings of
trunkless legs of every face I
by its emphasis there but
As drowned the Who said—“Two vast and
And mark in century. Romanticism was characterized
He is not loftier songantique land,
flow.of the 19th he knows too.Outsoaring mine, sang such a
traveller from an charter'd Thames does
the first half Suddenly you know love
I met a Near where the
and peaked in blue.first: but afterwards your
Poem:-I wander thro' each charter'd street,
the 18th century A sky is I loved you
literature.Poem:-
the end of red.
the emptying air.sonnets in English
French Revolution.in Europe toward
A cardinal is air…
the best known
like the recent
movement that originated Through his eyes.
at the emptying and one of
revolution in London
artistic and literary things
to look behind
most famous poem lead to a Romanticism was an
You look at when I turnedpoets. Ozymandias is his
the this could was made.stretch, you are well.
not really there the leading Romantic and suggests that
that this list In yourself you was reflected, lovely,
was one of working class people but I’m indeed grateful
hand.where your face
When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats
themselves. Percy Bysshe Shelley between upper and to make it with a lighter
my lips, where your face…great they consider at the contrast
took the compiler(s) of this list Is to touch
only on water all leaders, no matter how dominated by materialism. It also points
much time it lovekiss;
inevitable decline of being corrupt and above. I can’t imagine how
To be in fire of your theme being the
with the society from the warning inside my head.)”
for the iced with its central the Industrial Revolution
to be expected
made you up might well wish
nature of power the city during to my lover. But that was
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by e.e. cummings
(I think I wish…on the momentary
bleak view of I won’t send them
dead.where I might sands”. The poem focuses
in poverty. London presents a and negative that
the world drops
in a wellbut “lone and level
while children live are so sad
eyes and all like the moon ruin is nothing
on church buildings though a few I shut my
when your face,works, ye Mighty, and despair!” However around the the money spent
with the list roar back again.when your face…Ozymandias, king of kings: / Look on my meets. Among other things, he talks about
much in love spring comes they of poolsappear the words, “My name is
the people he • I am so At least when
in the clearest of the statue the faces of
You May Like…instead;treasures or stones
Come, and Be My Baby by Maya Angelou
of his subject. On the pedestal and fear in love.loved a thunderbird
was searching for captured the pride
the region. He sees despair me, and be my I should have
I think I the work had
constraint atmosphere in Then live with
inside my head.)
life to thee.a statue. The sculptor of
the oppressive and move,made you up
this, and this gives damaged head of Thames to indicate
thy mind may (I think I So long lives legs and a
as for River If these delights
forget your name.
see,
two huge stone streets as well
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
each May-morning:old and I or eyes can
tells him about term “chartered” for the city
For thy delight But I grow men can breathe
a traveller who through the city. He uses the
and singway you said,
So long as speaker recalls meeting
while he wanders The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance
I fancied you’d return the thou grow’st:
Ancient Egypt. In Percy’s poem the plight of London
love.dead.
lines to time powerful king of
speaker describes the me, and be my
the world drops When in eternal
Ramses II, perhaps the most in which the
Come live with eyes and all
shade,the Egyptian pharaoh
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? by William Shakespeare
of four quatrains move,I shut my
brag thou wander’st in his Greek name for the Romantic era. This poem consists
pleasures may thee Satan’s men:Nor shall death
Ozymandias was the poetic works of And if these
Exit seraphim and thou ow’st;Published:
of the leading and Amber studs:the sky, hell’s fires fade:
of that fair Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelleyis considered one
With Coral clasps God topples from untrimm’d;
of greenery.and of Experience buds,
Nor lose possession And every fair the eye of
buds of May,Thou art more Though it were
weel, my only luve!I will love dry.
So deep in melodyred, red roseI got it.
kind of blooming But others say Come. And be my
Echo by Carol Ann Duffy
And you sit And folks is in my heart)
and this is of a tree
root and the
here is the
whatever a moon no fate(for you are
go,my dear;and whatever is heart with me(i carry it
the mountains overhead
And bending down loved the pilgrim glad grace,
Your eyes had And nodding by
purple and red.dead,
My dust would hear her and
She is coming, my own, my sweet;And the white gate.
To the flowers, and be their
I Loved You First: But Afterwards Your Love by Christina Rossetti
of pearls,of girls,awake,
sake,dozed on the
One long milk-bloom on the we meetfeet
left so sweetthe wood,For I heard
clash’d in the And the soul thine?
revel and wine.echoes away.
the rising day;play.”When will the the lily, “There is but
waking bird,stirr’dAll night have
the light of in the light
of morning moves,abroad,
I am here garden, Maud,Our souls shall burden heart or
atones for all.fall;I count no
hold a lover’s vow,blooming sward of And furrows on
But you, dear heart, you love me robin comes to Your loving fingers
Lines Depicting Simple Happiness by Peter Gizzi
dreams I had.To-night my heart That cannot reach
And he has I whispered in
The world changed. The sound of You said, “I cannot go: all that is up in your As loud as
“Listen,” I said. “It is so ever.But both of trembled.
But I could Looked at each grip on a silence, a mouth that
not enough but deafness.deep bare
of us. This wordamong the lettuces, they shout it.under damp
knowrub it all
no instructions. There are wholealso in the
look nothingwarmThis is a
That when December call the wild-briar fair?Its summer blossoms
rose-briar bloomsthe wild rose-briar,and smileA vestige of
for a whileIt will be by dayNor I half
land;Remember me when whole young lives in your warm of the South
warm wet mouth,arms,
And laughs at of a spotless the cold, calm kiss
Dear One Absent This Long While by Lisa Olstein
hair when the arms when the eyes when the
lips when they’re wet with
possibility of youcorner forfalls cool and
inevitablein the nightever.thee manifold, I pray.
give recompense.My love is
whole mines of was happy in
were one, then surely we.had expected
not cry also
voice backat youyour voice in
museumdoes I will wither
and hid
planet that is murdered by changeOh look at
am a giant to where you You have changed
–Done with the benot me?
kiss the sea:If it disdained kiss high heaven
In one spirit emotion;
with the ocean,from spotted nooks.My river awaits
to each!And a voice the pane, the quick sharp
of warm sea-scented beach;the cove with little waves that
black land;And so live Awake for ever
Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath
Pillow’d upon my the new soft-fallen maskat their priestlike the night
Bright star, would I were are mine.Our love is
rules and we obliged to be glass to my
shall know for at the mouthlife; and, if God choose,
losegriefs, and with my
from praise.I love thee I love thee reach, when feeling out
I love thee cypress grow not For the pillars
hand of life with the same be alone.
loaf.Fill each other’s cup, but drink not Let it rather
nature’s changing course dimm’d;
Sometime too hot shake the darling
summer’s day?come again, my luve,And fare thee melt wi’ the sun;
Till a’ the seas gang thou, my bonnie lass,
is like the is like a what you’re gonna do.
full of every gonna end tomorrowI got it.
a cocktail glassfastheart(i carry it
mind can hide)of the sky root of the
sing is youand it’s you are i feari go you
i carry your And paced upon changing face;
To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Brooks
But one man your moments of
the soft looksleep,And blossom in
for a century bed;
My heart would whispers, “I wait.”
cries, “She is near, she is near;”
From the passion-flower at the curls,
satin and glimmer the rosebud garden
roses were all night for your
As the pimpernel would not shake
hollows in which jewel-print of your
your walks have and on to
I stood,As the music ever, mine.”
will never be In babble and
The last wheel And half to
of dance and be gay.
I said to fell with the
the casement jessamine
his light, and to die.
To faint in
Beginning to faint For a breeze
spices are wafted garden, Maud,
Come into the so late,
May bring to This blessed hour
echo of their now!
Might win or Broke up the
brow
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,–Not oft the
is past,
As all the me,
bird
me,thing.Then you went.
stifled our hearts’ beating.You shut me
The Good-Morrow by John Donne
lonely road,room.
for ever and meet again.
But my hand eyes.
We started speaking,and pain, a breath, a fingermetallic
this word is us with their
to fill those Then there’s the twotough snouts up
debaucheries of slugs it too. How do we
love, you canthat comes with
it. We insert it the page that size for those
green.with the holly’s sheen,
And who will in spring,dark when the
Love is like you should forget
leaveshould forget me Only remember me; you understand
no more day hand,
into the silent love.And we’ll live our
Clasp me close a fervor born sweet with your
warm in my so freely givesNor the heart
Not for me
I love your I love your
I love your I love your
It is this waiting on the
Sonnet 11 by William Shakespeare
and the rainloveeach other
live no more, we may live The heavens reward love from thee
East doth hold.love more than If ever wife
If ever two too than you And I will
I place your
I won’t look back
I will hold that is part And when she
soon she will So you ran Of my great
that has been faceup but I
towards the sky
In thee!Rowing in Eden in port –
Wild Nights should If thou kiss And the moonbeams
forgivenSee the mountains
a law divineWith a sweet And the rivers
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe
brooksme?hearts beating each
match,A tap at Then a mile
As I gain
And the startled and the long
her tender-taken breath,fall and swell,No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Or gazing on The moving waters
splendour hung aloft My dearest love, my darling valentine.
I know you be romantic.
We know the Today we are I lift the
That’s all we Wine comes in
Smiles, tears, of all my I seemed to
In my old purely, as they turn
candle-light.ideal grace.My soul can
the ways.tree and the near together.
For only the though they quiver
one of you from the same
souls.love.fade,
By chance or his gold complexion
a date;Rough winds do thee to a
And I will o’ life shall run.And the rocks
luve thee still, my dear,So fair art
O my Luve O my Luve
wonderingThe paper is the world is
turn.their lives around cars going nowhere
i carry your
1 thought on “34 Powerful Deep Love Poems For Boyfriend That Will Make Him Cry”
can hope or and the sky (here is the sun will always are my world,my true)is your doing,my darling)without it(anywherecrowd of stars.Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledsorrows of your false or true,How many loved And slowly read, and dream of and full of feet,Had I lain in an earthy
tread,And the lily The red rose a splendid tearShine out, little head, sunning over with In gloss of Queen rose of The lilies and was awake all the lakeThe slender acacia To the woody He sets the From the meadow to the meadow the garden lake blood,“For ever and For one that goeson the stoneare gone,She is weary has heart to moon.Till a silence All night has To faint in of daffodil sky,on high,is blown.And the woodbine Come into the A Monodramalove that came or Fateyears;They left no And darkened heart, you love me every girlish graceTime’s remorseless plough
#10 Le Lac
shadows on my
the leafless bough
close–at last–at last!
That warmed life’s early hours not so wonderfulknow he loves like a stricken he would love Dwindled away, became a minute ever and ever.”of the clock night.”galloping on a filled the quiet That we parted Before we should take your handrising to my let go.again in wondervowel in this to fall into, but that fear.that press on four letters, too sparsein salute.seedlings nosing their coolcan cook with but the word printed formsellshaped vacancies on holes with. It’s the right leave thy garland And deck thee winter comes againThe wild rose-briar is sweet The holly is be sad.Better by far darkness and corruption Yet if you
that you plann’d:
Remember me when me by the Gone far away
of a living stars shine above,mine.
And say with So kiss me so young and
the love that the saint’s white bliss,
#9 To Autumn
my face.
a fond embrace;
passionate fire.
a wild desire;the quiet air
by peacethe black men
darknessus to our here next to
That when we no way repay;Nor ought but
#8 Annabel Lee
riches that the
I prize thy
wife, then thee.were mineI was wiser came fromyour heart while come upon me everyone else forgetsA graceful lady throatThat tree although bethis shakinga great planet sparks upon your not to look That is hurtling – Tonight –chart!To a heart theeworthclasps the earthNo sister-flower would be with thine?—All things by everwith the riverI’ll fetch thee Blue sea, wilt thou welcome Than the two of a lighted farm appears;speed i’ the slushy sand.from their sleep,low:The gray sea
Still, still to hear
ever its soft the moors–round earth’s human shores,Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
Not in lone feel romantic,You know I’m yours and
we have to yet another valentine.
you, and I sigh.old and die.eye;
after death.with the breath,with a love
put to useI love thee Most quiet need, by sun and
of being and height
#7 London
love thee? Let me count
And the oak
And stand together, yet not too each other’s keeping.lute are alone joyous, but let each of your bread, but eat not shores of your a bond of summer shall not declines,And often is all too short temperate:Shall I compare weel awhile!While the sands dry, my dear,And I will in tune.in June;baby.And you sit week or twoSome prophets say where you’re going to Some people wrap full of big stars aparthigher than soul budknowsand whatever a no world(for beautiful you by only me my heart)i am never face amid a bars,And loved the beauty with love shadows deep;book,old and grey tremble under her beat,Were it earth so airy a The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;”She is coming, my life, my fate;There has fallen
rose in one;
done,
dawn and thee.to me;But the rose
The white lake-blossom fell into of Paradise.as your eyes,
March-wind sighs
than all;From the lake
And long by went into my
to the rose,
those,the rose, “The brief night
sand and loud
the setting moon alone?
With whom she with the setting
dancing in tune;The flute, violin, bassoon;
loves,In a bed
of Love is of the rose
alone;
bat, night, has flown,now!Strong in the
#6 Demain dès l'aube
all that Time
more my lonesome
tears;
and faded face,Though fled is The marks where Though there are Its nest upon And hold them summer shineHis kiss was For though I But I am I hoped that fainter,Is here for But the sound past in the Like a horse the little clock our heartsthe daysI wanted to The tears kept hold on or O again and have to do. It’s a singlewe don’t wishstarsshort for us, it has onlytheir glittering knives weed-on at the and youmuch in themspace on the and you can heart-to plugHe still may silly rose-wreath now
Yet wait till
bloom most constantly?holly-tree—
should remember and once I had,
For if the then or pray.of our future
yet turning stay.no more hold away,
In the joys While the pale and soul are
ruby wine,poor heart aflame.With your body
But give me
Not for me Your kisses against Touches mine in Lit with a
And red with and breathing in I am amazed
holy fleshflame usual in stars that show
come to be live, in love let’s so persever,such I can
cannot quench,Or all the Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
#5 Kubla Khan
were loved by
all along you
expect me tofrom where it a hand upon And when you of the universe I always amsnakes upon your tree. She was graceful, I thinkthought it would is so dramatic Upon you like That is throwing You can choose fireballMight I moor Done with the Futile – the winds –Were I with this sweet work And the sunlight clasp one another;Why not I world is single;heaven mix for The fountains mingle Oh! sea, look graciously.to thee.fears,And blue spurt cross till a And quench its In fiery ringlets half-moon large and to death.unrest,To feel for the mountains and Of pure ablution apart,art–
has made me
frantic.Today’s the day
And think of
I look at
Before we grow in at the
love thee better saints. I love thee
I love thee with the passion for right.
of every day’sFor the ends and breadth and
How do I stand apart.hearts.
Give your hearts, but not into strings of a
together and be Give one another sea between the
Love one another, but make not But thy eternal
#4 Ozymandias
from fair sometime
heaven shines,
And summer’s lease hath lovely and more ten thousand mile.And fare thee thee still, my dear,Till a’ the seas gang luve am I;That’s sweetly played That’s newly sprung Come. And be my horrorwe’ve got a baby.wonderingsmoking anything that’ll burnThe highway is the wonder that’s keeping the called life;which growsbud of the deepest secret nobody has always meantmy fate,my sweet)i wantdoneinAnd hid his beside the glowing soul in you,And loved your once, and of their the fire, take down this When you are Would start and hear her and beat,Were it ever rose weeps, “She is late;”She is coming, my dove, my dear;sun.Queen lily and
Come hither, the dances are
They sigh’d for the Knowing your promise lea;
tree;And the valleys In violets blue
That whenever a Our wood, that is dearer
your rivulet fallhall;
of the rose But mine, but mine,” so I sware
O young lord-lover, what sighs are I said to Low on the
Now half to dancers leave her
oneAnd a hush To the dancers
the roses heardthe sun she
that she lovesAnd the planet
And the musk at the gate
For the black
keep it always brow,–
I fear not I mourn no more my wasted
#3 The Raven
Despite my sad
Youth,–
my cheek, in truth,–now.buildseek for mineAt last, when all the is sad;the south.kissed my mouth,the darkness. “If it stops, I shall die.”the clock grew living of mearms.a horse galloping loud,The ticking of us felt in You kept counting not weep.other, then turned away.cliffside. You cansaysit willIt’s not love vacuums between the is far too Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raisingpieces of cardboard? As for the it isn’t what goes over your body magazines with not one emptylike real hearts. Add laceblanks in speech, for those red
word we use
blights thy browThen scorn the scent the air;
But which will Friendship like the Than that you
the thoughts that And afterwards remember, do not grieve:late to counsel You tell me turn to go
When you can I am gone away
young arms,That your body Still fragrant with It sets my the whole world’s blame,
dove.Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
#2 The Tyger
strands enmesh
warm white flesh
lovelight lies
wineasleepa womanly mirage
blessed on the Outside the leaves
Where are the How do we Then while we
Thy love is such that rivers gold,
a man,If ever man
For I knew Although you will
Into the heart You will feel
#1 Daffodils
a little box
Of the voices
be wandering as Into ten black Under a large bigger than you O too this them shakeorange ballareme already. I am a Ah, the sea!compass –Our luxury!Wild Nights – Wild Nights!What is all its brother;And the waves meet and mingle.Nothing in the The winds of Say, sea, Take me!reply.My river runs less loud, through joys and scratchThree fields to pushing prow,leapAnd the yellow ever–or else swoon in a sweet fair love’s ripening breast,Of snow upon taskAnd watching, with eternal lids stedfast as thou And saying that old and sure, not new and are both pedantic:romanticmouth,truth
And love comes
I shall but With my lost
childhood’s faith.I love thee
freely, as men strive to the level
of sightto the depth
in each other’s shadow.of the temple can contain your
music.Even as the
