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As befits the topic this time, the list is a bit heavy on Romantics and light on those rational Enlightenment types. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. 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. So Anactoria, although you being far away forget us, the dear sound of your footstep and light glancing in your eyes would move me more than glitter of Lydian horse or armored tread of mainland infantry Her bosom heaved—she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stepped— Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.

A great love poem

If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. And that unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land! 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. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine. The vain travail hath wearied me so sore, I am of them that farthest cometh behind. If you Would never lose your breath Do not climb too high. I calmed her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride. And fare thee weel awhile! This love, hijacked by higher forces, painfully elusive, and wildly tempting is exquisitely real and compelling. Upon my word, I tell you faithfully Through life and after death you are my queen; For with my death the whole truth shall be seen. 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 laughter in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: I love you not so much for your realities as for your ideals. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. Why not I with thine? Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: It seems Shakespeare may be talking about a deeper layer of love, transcending sensual attraction and intimacy, something more akin to compassion or benevolence for your fellow man. For this we live a thousand years; For this we love, and we live because we love, we are not Inside a bottle, thank goodness! Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, As well as I may spend his time in vain. 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 love thee freely, as men strive for right. I am on the way with you and therefore I love you. And even though we are parting now, I will return, no matter what. Here is no question of whiteness, white as can be, with a purple mole at the center of each flower. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love, When morning strikes her spear upon the land, And we must rise and arm us and reprove The insolent daylight with a steady hand, Be not discountenanced if the knowing know We rose from rapture but an hour ago.

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20.09.2018 at 10:12 pm

And fare thee weel, my only luve!

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