Analysis of classic English love poems?

The growing love is like a beautiful tree, leading them astray. Below I have compiled classic English love poems, I hope you all like it!

Analysis of classic English love poems

Love's Secret

by William Blake

< p>Never seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told can be;

For the gentle wind does move

Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,

I told her all my heart;

Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,

Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,

A traveler came by,

Silently, invisibly,

He took her with a sigh.

Classic English love poems

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,

When June is past, the fading rose;

For in your beauty's orient deep,

These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

Ask me no more whither do stray

The golden atoms of the day;

For in pure love heaven did prepare

Those powders to enrich your hair. < /p>

When June passes and the roses wither,

Don’t ask me again where the God of Love is.

Your beauty is so brilliant,

These flowers are sleeping soundly at his roots.

Don’t ask me again if I am drifting

The golden sunshine during the day;

That is the sky of pure love

Those powders can be decorated Your hair.

Ask me no more whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;

For in your sweet dividing throat

She winters, and keeps warm her note.

Ask me no more where those stars light,

That downwards fall in dead of night;

For in your eyes they sit, and there

Fixed bee, as in their sphere.

When May quietly leaves,

Don’t ask me again, where is the nightingale< /p>

Your sweet singing voice,

warms her notes in winter.

Ask me no more, bright stars,

where the night falls;

They are in your eyes,

fixed It's like being at home there.

About classic English love poems

If You Were ing in the Fall

If you came in the fall

If you were ing in the Fall,

I'd brush the summer by

With half a *** ile, and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly .

If I could see you in a year,

I'd wind the months in balls—

And put them each in separate Drawers,

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For fear the numbers fuse—

If only Centuries, delayed,

I'd count them on my hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman's Land.

If certain, When this life was out—

That your's and mine, should be

< p>I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,

And take Eternity—

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goes me, like the Goblin Bee—

That will not state-it's sting.

If you come in the fall,

I will fly past summer

half-smiling, half-abandoned,

like a housewife catching flies.

If I could hope for you during the year,

I would wrap the months into balls of yarn -

separate them and put them separately. Into the drawer,

Lest these numbers fuse and never separate -

If only it extended to a few centuries,

I would count on my fingers for days,

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Decrease day by day until all the fingers fall into the land of Tasmania Island

If it is certain, when this life is over -

It should belong to you and me,

I am willing to throw it, like a nut shell, into the distance,

Go to the next life to win you -

But now, the date is far away,

The waiting is endless, separated by the sky,

Like a demon bee, It hurts me so much -

I can't express it - like a thorn or a burn.

Appreciation of classic English love poems

Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be

Please allow me to be your summer

Summer for thee, grant I may be

When summer days are flown!

Thy music still, when Whippoorwill

And Oriole—are done!

< p>For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb

And row my blossoms over!

Pray gather me—Anemone—

Thy flower—forevermore !

Please allow me to be your summer,

When the time of summer has passed!

Please allow me to be your music,

< p>When the nighthawks and orioles have restrained their singing voices!

Please allow me to bloom for you, I will travel through the cemetery,

Sowing my flowers everywhere!

Please pick me - anemone -

Your flower - will bloom for you forever!