The document contains three poems about love. The first poem by Shelley describes how all things in nature are interconnected, like mingling winds and rivers, and asks why the poet cannot also be interconnected with their love. The second poem by Acton expresses love in romantic terms, comparing it to music, flowers, and birds. The third poem by Coleridge says that even in noisy hours, their love whispers to them like a heart's soliloquy, and that by looking at the heaven above their love, they are blessed to love them.
The document contains three poems about love. The first poem by Shelley describes how all things in nature are interconnected, like mingling winds and rivers, and asks why the poet cannot also be interconnected with their love. The second poem by Acton expresses love in romantic terms, comparing it to music, flowers, and birds. The third poem by Coleridge says that even in noisy hours, their love whispers to them like a heart's soliloquy, and that by looking at the heaven above their love, they are blessed to love them.
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The document contains three poems about love. The first poem by Shelley describes how all things in nature are interconnected, like mingling winds and rivers, and asks why the poet cannot also be interconnected with their love. The second poem by Acton expresses love in romantic terms, comparing it to music, flowers, and birds. The third poem by Coleridge says that even in noisy hours, their love whispers to them like a heart's soliloquy, and that by looking at the heaven above their love, they are blessed to love them.
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And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle;-- Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven, If it disdained it's brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-- What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley (August 4, 1792 – July 8, 1822)
I Love Thee
I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours! I love thee, as I love the balm Of early jes'mine flow'rs. I love thee, as I love the last Rich smile of fading day, Which lingereth, like the look we cast, On rapture pass'd away. I love thee as I love the tone Of some soft-breathing flute Whose soul is wak'd for me alone, When all beside is mute.
I love thee as I love the first
Young violet of the spring; Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd, To scented blossoming. I love thee, as I love the full, Clear gushings of the song, Which lonely--sad--and beautiful-- At night-fall floats along, Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet The hours of rest and dew; When melody and moonlight meet To blend their charm, and hue. I love thee, as the glad bird loves The freedom of its wing, On which delightedly it moves In wildest wandering.
I love thee as I love the swell,
And hush, of some low strain, Which bringeth, by its gentle spell, The past to life again. Such is the feeling which from thee Nought earthly can allure: 'Tis ever link'd to all I see Of gifted--high--and pure!
Eliza Acton (April 17, 1799 - February 13, 1859)
Love
And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat ; You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake. And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (October 21, 1772 – July 25, 1834)