Romantic poems

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The Deodand

© Anthony Evan Hecht

What are these women up to? They’ve gone and strung

Drapes over the windows, cutting out light

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To A Lady, Who Presented To The Author A Lock Of Hair Braided With His Own, And Appointed A Night In

© George Gordon Byron

These locks, which fondly thus entwine,
In firmer chains our hearts confine
Than all th' unmeaning protestations
Which swell with nonsense love orations.

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Satyr IV. The Pretty Gentleman

© Thomas Parnell

As on this head he woud have spoken more
the Jailour happend to unlock the door
to lett him know his creditors did wait
to make him sell if he woud freedom gett
At least three quarters of his whole estate

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First Lesson

© Phyllis McGinley



The first thing to remember about fathers is, they're men.

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Records of Romantic Passion

© Charles Harpur

THERE’S a rare Soul of Poesy which may be

  But concentrated by the chastened dreams

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The Man of Sentiment

© Kenneth Slessor

Part One
[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly in a warm wind. Laurence Sterne, prebendary, aged forty-six, and Catherine de Fromantel, a girl who sings at Ranelagh, are dawdling through the arbours, and pause at a path which runs between hedges and cypress-trees round a corner some fifty yards away. Catherine has walked down such a path before, it is to be feared, and halts cautiously upon its fringes.]
Laurence:
Nay, 'tis no Devil's walk,

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On A Ruined House In A Romantic Country

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And this reft house is that the which he built,
Lamented Jack! And here his malt he pil'd,
Cautious in vain! These rats that squeak so wild,
Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt.

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Peter Bell The Third

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Is it a party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,
Some sipping punch-some sipping tea;
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent, and all-damned!
Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.

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Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 03 - Pre Autumn

© Kalidasa

"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride…

"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers…

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Clari

© Henry Kendall

Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife

Is the Beauty you showed me this morning:

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Lines. "And I"

© Frances Anne Kemble

And I

  Am reading, too, my book of memory:

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Elegy

© James Beattie

Tired with the busy crowds, that all the day
Impatient throng where Folly's altars flame,
My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,
Till genial Sleep repair the sinking frame.

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On Leaving A Village In Scotland

© William Lisle Bowles

Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave,

  And bid farewell to each retiring hill,

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On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill

© George Gordon Byron

Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.~Virgil
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
  Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
  And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;

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An Italian Song

© Samuel Rogers

Dear is my little native vale,
The ring-dove builds and murmurs there;
Close by my cot she tells her tale
To every passing villager.
The squirrel leaps from tree to tree,
And shells his nuts at liberty.

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The Door (I)

© Robert Creeley


It is hard going to the door
cut so small in the wall where
the vision which echoes loneliness
brings a scent of wild flowers in a wood.

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To Mrs. Goodchild

© Charles Stuart Calverley

The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow,
  The boding bat flits by on sullen wing,
  And I sit desolate, like that "one swallow"
  Who found (with horror) that he'd not brought spring:
  Lonely as he who erst with venturous thumb
Drew from its pie-y lair the solitary plum.

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The Tweed Visited

© William Lisle Bowles

O Tweed! a stranger, that with wandering feet

  O'er hill and dale has journeyed many a mile,

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The Progress Of Refinement. Part II.

© Henry James Pye

CONTENTS OF PART II. Introduction.—Sketch of the Northern barbarians.—Feudal system.—Origin of Chivalry.—Superstition.—Crusades.— Hence the enfranchisement of Vassals, and Commerce encouraged. —The Northern and Western Europeans, struck with the splendor of Constantinople, and the superior elegance of the Saracens.—Origin of Romance.— The remains of Science confined to the monasteries, and in an unknown language.—Hence the distinction of learning.—Discovery of the Roman Jurisprudence, and it's effects.—Classic writers begin to be admired—Arts revive in Italy.—Greek learning introduced there, on the taking of Constantinople by the Turks.—That event lamented.—Learning encouraged by Leo X.—Invention of Printing.—The Reformation.—It's effects, even on those countries that retained their old Religion.— It's establishment in Britain.—Age of Elizabeth.— Arts and Literature flourish.—Spenser.—Shakespear. —Milton.—Dryden.—The Progress of the Arts checked by the Civil War.—Patronized in France. Age of Lewis XIV.—Taste hurt in England during the profligate reign of Charles II.—Short and turbulent reign of his Successor.—King William no encourager of the Arts.—Age of Queen Anne.—Manners.—Science and Literature flourish.—Neglected by the first Princes of the House of Brunswick.—Patronage of Arts by his present Majesty.—Poetry not encouraged.—Address to the King.—General view of the present state of Refinement. —Among the European Nations.—France.— Britain.—Italy.—Spain.—Holland and Germany. —Increasing Influence of French manners.— Russia.—Greece.—Asia.—China.—Africa. —America.—Newly discovered islands.—European Colonies.


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To The Serenader

© James Whitcomb Riley

Tinkle on, O sweet guitar,

  Let the dancing fingers