Top 100 Poems About: ROMANTIC

In this page, poems on / about “romantic” are listed.
  • 1.
    How Do I Love Thee?

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. read more »

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • 2.
    Music, When Soft Voices Die

    Music, when soft voices die,
    Vibrates in the memory;
    Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
    Live within the sense they quicken. read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 3.

    Too high, too high to pluck
    My heart shall swing.
    A fruit no bee shall suck,
    No wasp shall sting. read more »

    Elinor Morton Wylie
  • 4.
    Love's Trinity

    SOUL, heart, and body, we thus singly name,
    Are not in love divisible and distinct, But each with each read more »

    Alfred Austin
  • 5.
    The Passionate Freudian To His Love

    Only name the day, and we'll fly away
    In the face of old traditions, read more »

    Dorothy Parker
  • 6.
    The Definition Of Love

    My Love is of a birth as rare
    As 'tis for object strange and high:
    It was begotten by despair
    Upon Impossibility. read more »

    Andrew Marvell
  • 7.

    TREAD lightly, she is near
    Under the snow,
    Speak gently, she can hear
    The daisies grow. read more »

    Oscar Wilde
  • 8.
    I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed

    I, being born a woman and distressed
    By all the needs and notions of my kind,
    Am urged by your propinquity to find
    Your person fair, and feel a certain zest read more »

    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • 9.
    Love's Philosophy

    The fountains mingle with the river,
    And the rivers with the ocean;
    The winds of heaven mix forever
    With a sweet emotion; read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 10.
    A Red, Red Rose

    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 play'd in tune. read more »

    Robert Burns
  • 11.
    Sonnet 147: My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still

    My love is as a fever, longing still
    For that which longer nurseth the disease,
    Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
    Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 12.
    To My Dear And Loving Husband

    If ever two were one, then surely we.
    If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
    If ever wife was happy in a man, read more »

    Anne Bradstreet
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