Category Archives: Romantic Poems

To the True Romance by Rudyard Kipling

Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind,

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The Romantic Age by Ogden Nash

This one is entering her teens, Ripe for sentimental scenes, Has picked a gangling unripe male, Sees herself in bridal veil,

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To Lady Jane by Vachel Lindsay

Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair.

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Romance by Robert Louis Stevenson

I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me, Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

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No Romance sold unto by Emily Dickinson

No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man

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To Romance by Lord Byron

Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead’st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys;

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Romance by Edgar Allan Poe

Romance, who loves to nod and sing With drowsy head and folded wing Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake,

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My Sweetheart by Jonathan Townsend

So often when I am embracing you, It seems that you exist in this world only because of me and I exist because of you.

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A Love For All Time by Dawn Choike

Breathless kisses Burning touches Soft-spoken words of love Urgently spoken words of passion.

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Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

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