Let’s celebrate Valentine’s Day 2022 with a sweet hat, quotes on love and romantic poetry.
And now . . . words of love to go with it.
“Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I’ll not look for wine.” – Ben Jonson, Song: To Celia
“And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What are all these kissings worth if thou wilt kiss not me?” Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love’s Philosophy
“If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I’d toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.” – Emily Dickinson, If You Were Coming in the Fall
“O, my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June.” – Robert Burns, My Luve Is Like A Red Red Rose
The poet Robert Browning evokes the thrill of the chase in the beginning lines of “Life in a Love”. Robert Browning was successful in the pursuit of his beloved Elizabeth Barrett with whom he began a secret courtship, exchanged hundreds of love letters and eventually eloped. Their love story is one of the most romantic ones in literary history. He writes:
Escape me? Never— Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
Life in a Love, Robert Browning
There’s no joy as fulfilling as reciprocated love. Elizabeth Barrett Browning returned Robert Browning’s affection wholly and truly. Inone of the most famous sonnets ever written. In it she expresses the depth and intensity of her love for her soon to be husband. The poem depicts an ideal love that’s powerful, all-encompassing, pure, passionate and enduring and that even transcends death.
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 of every day’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 I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Sonnets from the Portuguese 43, Elizabeth Barrett Browning