Annabel Lee – a poem by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

A Red Red Rose – a poem by Robert Burns

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.

A Nocturnal Reverie – a poem by Anne Finch

In such a night, when every louder wind
Is to its distant cavern safe confined;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings,
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, famed for the owl’s delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs the wand’rer right:
In such a night, when passing clouds give place,
Or thinly veil the heav’ns’ mysterious face;
When in some river, overhung with green,
The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen;
When freshened grass now bears itself upright,
And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite,
Whence springs the woodbind, and the bramble-rose,
And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows;
Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes,
Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes
When scattered glow-worms, but in twilight fine,
Shew trivial beauties watch their hour to shine;
Whilst Salisb’ry stands the test of every light,
In perfect charms, and perfect virtue bright:
When odors, which declined repelling day,
Through temp’rate air uninterrupted stray;
When darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
And falling waters we distinctly hear;
When through the gloom more venerable shows
Some ancient fabric, awful in repose,
While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal,
And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale:
When the loosed horse now, as his pasture leads,
Comes slowly grazing through th’ adjoining meads,
Whose stealing pace, and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear:
When nibbling sheep at large pursue their food,
And unmolested kine rechew the cud;
When curlews cry beneath the village walls,
And to her straggling brood the partridge calls;
Their shortlived jubilee the creatures keep,
Which but endures, whilst tyrant man does sleep;
When a sedate content the spirit feels,
And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals;
But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed,
O’er all below a solemn quiet grown,
Joys in th’ inferior world, and thinks it like her own:
In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all’s confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued.

A Farewell to False Love a poem by Sir Walter Raleigh

A Farewell to False Love

Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure’s lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed,[since]
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*,[revealed]
Whose course was ever contrary to kind*:[nature]
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

Sir Walter Raleigh

Romantic Poems for Sentimental Moments

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Endless torments dwell about thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!

Rosamond, Act iii. Sc J. ADDISON.

If there’s delight in love, ’tis when I see
The heart, which others bleed-for, bleed for me.

Way of the World, Act iii Sc W. CONGREVE

Give, you gods,
Give to your boy, your Caesar,
The rattle of a globe to play withal,
This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off;
I’ll not be pleased with less than Cleopatra

All for Love, Act ii. Sc J. DRYDEN.

Much ado there was, God wot;
He woold love, and she woold not,
She sayd, “Never man was trewe;”
He sayes, “None was false to you.”

Phillida and Corydon N. BRETON.

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Forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.

Hamlet, Act v. Sc SHAKESPEARE

Love, then, hath every bliss in store;
‘Tis friendship, and ’tis something more
Each other every wish they give;
Not to know love is not to live

Plutus, Cupid, and Time J. GAY

What thing is love?–for (well I wot) love is a thing
It is a prick, it is a sting,
It is a pretty, pretty thing;
It is a fire, it is a coal,
Whose flame creeps in at every hole!

The Hunting of Cupid G. PEELE

With a smile that glowed
Celestial rosy red;
love’s proper hue

Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII MILTON

Love, like death, Levels all ranks,
and lays the shepherd’s crook Beside the sceptre

Lady of Lyons E. BULWER-LYTTON

Sweet to entrance
The raptured soul by intermingling glance

Psyche MRS. M. TIGHE.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch

Marriage a la Mode, Act ii. Sc J. DRYDEN.

Of all the paths that lead to a woman’s love Pity’s the straightest.

Knight of Malta, Act i. Sc BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love;
And thus the soldier, armed with resolution,
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.

Shakespeare’s King Richard III. (Altered), Act ii. Sc. 1C. CIBBER.

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver’s choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Don Juan, Canto XV LORD BYRON

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or, if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.

Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 2 SHAKESPEARE.

Read it, sweet maid, though it be done but slightly:
Who can show all his love doth love but lightly.

Sonnet S. DANIEL.

Love first invented verse, and formed the rhyme,
The motion measured, harmonized the chime.

Cymon and Iphigenia J. DRYDEN.

None without hope e’er loved the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.

Epigram GEORGE, LORD LYTTELTON

Always Longing For The Flame

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Stories told of long ago,

Of lovers lost but still I know,

Forever I shall feel the same,

Always longing for the flame.

As the river longs to touch the sea,

I long to find a love for me,

Wishing, hoping, dreaming of,

That one eternal lasting love.

When stars shine bright obsession reigns,

A thought alone can bring such pains,

Will I find that one “I do?”

A star so bright twixt midnight blue?

I want to feel that flaming heat,

And marvel at that massive fleet,

The chance of getting burned I’ll take,

For love I’ll put it all at stake.

Stories told of long ago,

Of lover lost but still I know,

Forever I shall feel the same,

Always longing for the flame.

 

Written By Mel

First Kiss

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We walked together hand-in-hand,

And between our toes we felt the sand.

I listened close as you talked to me,

As we walked alone beside the sea.

Then we discussed the movie we’d seen,

With Nicholas Cage & Charlie Sheen.

But as the sun began to set,

More than just my feet got wet.

For we were laying on the shore –

he asked if we could be something more

Than just the friends we’d always been,

The best of friends since we were ten.

And then I smiled and told him yes,

I didn’t realize, I should have guessed.

He came a little closer to me,

What he did next you should have seen.

He placed his mouth upon my lips,

And slid his hands down under my hips.

His touch was soft, he held me close,

I hoped that he would never let go.

We lay there kissing, holding one another,

We knew that we were meant for each other.

And to this day I love that boy,

He is my world, my life, my joy.

The Season Of Romance

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The season of romance has arrived

The tress are decorated and mistletoe hung high

Couples sit close to the fire embracing each other

Enthralled by sweet compassion and care

Recently I’ve found myself searching

For something wrapped in perfection

You can’t cover it with tissue paper or appealing bows

All I need is one good love and one hand to hold

I’ve been missing this portion of my heart

While I’ve searched I’ve missed the one right beside me

The thought never crossed my mind to find everything in him

No, he’s not the one I’ve dreamt many dreams of

But he surely has a heart of gold and delicate eyes of sapphire

All in which compel me to smile with much delight

My heart is on my sleeve, it’s yours to own with intense compassion

My heart has been damaged before more than once

Please pick me up and love me softly with fiery affection

I want to be lost in your sweet embrace

And drowned with precious eloquent gestures

But only one love can touch this committed heart

I want my love to be like the love of two young children

When holding hands was so cherished and a sudden kiss was unheard of

Let’s go back to those days so our love will never vanish

This is all I ask of you my love please reply delicately

Give me an answer in a quite whisper, no one needs to hear

Nothing is more important then you and me right now

Lets make this fairy tale wish come true with a blissful happy ending