He’s better known for his comedic plays and witty quotes than for his poems.This poem has the joyful line; ‘we draw the spring into our hearts and feel that life is good’. We shall be notes in that great Symphony Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres, And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die, The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!A leading figure amongst the English Romantic poets, many of Keats’ poems are melancholic.

We are not all blessed with the gift of poetic words. A leading American poet (1830 – 1836), she is one of the most accessible and popular poets.

The list below may include a romantic love poems for him or a love poem for her to serve the occasion but don’t pretend it’s yours. This selection is not typical of her output and is surprisingly passionate for a woman of those times.

Dickinson led a secluded life and it’s not certain for whom these lines were intended, ‘might I but moor tonight with thee’.

Biographers believe that she may have created a fantasy for herself. Of course, it’s well known that Wilde’s romantic exploits got him into trouble, resulting in a two-year sentence for hard labour.

This book collects poems and limericks by British writer Edward Lear and includes selections from several 19th century anthologies.

Source: This book was compiled by the Florida Center for Instructional Technology and includes passages from multiple sources.

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As long as there have been poets, there have been love poems. Our minds turn to love on special anniversaries, Valentine’s Day and weddings, but how to express it?

The house, next to the Spanish Steps, is now a museum dedicated to his life and the life of Shelley. Sensual love is celebrated in the line, ‘pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast’.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors– No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

This is from the point of view of a couple that have been together a long time.