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A selection of Immortal Love Poems beyond time and space that will give your heart the wings it needs. The ideal gift for Valentine's Day, or any other day: after all, it's never too late or too early to say "I love you". Poems by Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman, Ovid, William Shakespeare, Robert Burns, Archilochus, John Keats, Catullus, Jason R. Forbus, Anacreon, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Christina Rossetti, John Greenleaf Whittier, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Percy Byshe Shelley, and several others...

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Immortal Love Poems

Sommario

A Glimpse

Amores

Annabell Lee

A Red, Red Rose

A slender, lovely, graceful girl

Bright Star

First Kiss

Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds (Sonnet 116)

Let us live

Love the tamer

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

I loved you first: but afterwards your love

Immortal Love, Forever Full

Love

Love’s Philosophy

Meeting at Night

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)

Never give all the heart

Sea-Nymph

Seeking Her

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)

She Walks in Beauty

Since There’s No Help

Song to Celia

The Good-Morrow

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

To His Coy Mistress

Whoso List to Hunt

Wild Nights—Wild Nights! (249)

A Glimpse

Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892

A glimpse through an interstice caught,

Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,

Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,

A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,

There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.

Amores

Publius Ovidius Naso (Ovid), 43 BC – AD 17/18

I, 2

Thus it will be; slender arrows are lodged in my heart,

and Love vexes the chest that it has seized

Shall I surrender or stir up the sudden flame by fighting it?

I will surrender - a burden becomes light when it is carried willingly.

I, 9

Every lover wages a war, Cupid has his own campaign

Believe me, Atticus, every lover wages a war.

Annabell Lee

Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 – 1849

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 was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea:

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Laughed loud at her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went laughing at her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

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:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

A Red, Red Rose

Robert Burns, 1759 – 1796

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody