Romantic Poetry
first romantic poem
She Walks in Beauty
George Gordon, Lord Byron
(1799-1824)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
second romantic poem
A Red, Red Rose
(1830-1886)
by Robert Burns
O my love's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my love's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt will the sun:
I will love thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee well my only Love!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
romantic poem
Come Slowly
by Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!
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