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Romantic Poems and Quotes
Page 2
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If every wife was happy with a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
- - - -Anne Bradstreet "To My Dearest and Loving
Husband," 1678
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above:
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
- - - -Walter Scott
Some reckon their age by years,
Some measure their life by art;
But some tell their days by the flow of their tears
And their lives by the moans of their hearts.
- - - -Abram Joseph Ryan
Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
- - - -Maria Lovell "Ingomar the Barbarian"
"Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of
the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree." -- Nathaniel Hawthorne
"Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted." -- Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow
For this is Wisdom; to love, to live
To take what fate, or the Gods may give.
To ask no question, to make no prayer,
To kiss the lips and caress the hair,
Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow
To have, - to hold - and - in time, - let go!
- - - -Laurence Hope
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night of
Cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes
Whose mellowed by 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 over her face
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear there dwelling placeAnd on that cheek, and over that brow
So soft, so calm, so 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.- Lord Baron
When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads
to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and
when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent
motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this
very violent motion, and is called love.~ Socrates ~
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