Best 9 quotes in «romantic poems quotes» category

Behold the world,where I stoop to dwell in, where no chasms that safe my varying dim views,but has the e'er longing for nature's inn, silent her breeze,that lulls my tiresome eyes.

If ‘beauty’ be the self-satisfied pride she bears,each fly does wing around her cherubic sweet face,as they; lovers seek what her anonymous covers,and dream them in a transient trace.

Cynthia then holiness spread in arctic dews, from lately month that it pinion'd the living world,there did swell the mild and greenish meadows,winter anew its frozen gold of treasury wild.

Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.

Meandering the soul, poor wretch baffl'd kid, whence shall go and wherefore it strives to hourly fate,irregular, perplexed, timely wet and frigid—by life, naive is you and fierce too your dispute.

Now weary drought is unfolding with morn's very maturing warmth,where scorching sun's importing beams a glowing fire upon our hearth.Naught,the chillness of rills,no more a flowering spot for musing eyes,summer's dirge is haunting still,we singing our notes in hapless ease.

When it forms the soul of purest liberty,which an aid that makes all the broad sense vivid and meet knowledge's growing beauty,mindful state where solemn music attunes.

O' Muse, goddess of music, songs and a poet's mind,bestow me your sources with treasures vivid;that of beauty you shall exempt to liberal lend,with genii of views in fancied world holds an aid—like a rare device which instructs the deep ideas.

While this fancy a stretched art, when cheers,her beeps long and raves when from secret eyes so well dart, to scan in peace and solemn strives.