Four Best Classic Love Poems

First Love
I ne’er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale,
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked ‘what could I ail?’
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my sight away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start;
They spoke as chords do from the string
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter’s choice?
Is love’s bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice
And love’s appeal to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before:
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.
John Clare
The Shower of Blossoms
Love in a shower of blossoms came
Down, and half drowned me with the same:
The blooms that fell were white and red.
But with such sweets commingled
As whether - this I cannot tell -.
My sight was pleased more, or my smell.
But true it was, as I rolled there,
Without a thought of hurt or fear,
Love turned himself into a bee,
And with his javelin wounded me.
From which mishaps this use I make
Where most sweets are, there lies a snake;
Kisses and favours are sweet things;
But those have thorns and these have stings.
Robert Herrick
‘She walks in beauty, like the night’
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Thus mellowed to 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 their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet 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 Byron
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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.
I love thee to the level ofei/eryday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love Iseemed to lose
With my lost saints--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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