romantic poems

 Geoffrey Chaucer
Charles of Orleans
Sir Phillip Sidney
John Lyly
William Shakespeare
Ben Jonson
Christopher Marlowe
Sir Walter Ralegh
John Donne
Michael Drayton
Thomas Ford
George Wither
Robert Herrick
Edmund Waller
Andrew Marvell
Thomas Stanley
John Wilmot
Aphra Behn
John Dryden
Sir Charles Sedley
Sir Matthew Prior
Alexander Pope
Lady Mary Montagu
Franny Greville
Walter Savage Landor  
John Keats
Thomas Hood
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Lord Byron
William Blake
George Crabbe
William Wordsworth
John Clare
Robert Browning
Lord Tennyson
Emily Bronte
Matthew Arnold
Christina  Rossetti
Thomas Hardy
Robert Bridges
 

Romantic Poems throughout the ages.

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Alfred Edward Housman

Is My Team Ploughing?

`Is my team ploughing,
That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
When I was man alive?'

Ay, the horses trample,
The harness jingles now;
No change though you lie under
The land you used to plough.

`Is football playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?'

Ay, the ball is flying,
The lads play heart and soul,
The goal stands up, the keeper
Stands up to keep the goal.

`Is my girl happy,
That I thought hard to leave,
And has she tired of weeping
As she lies down at eve?'

Ay, she lies down lightly,
She lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well contented.
Be still, my lad, and sleep.

`Is my friend hearty,
Now I am thin and pine,
And has he found to sleep in
A better bed than mine?'

Yes, lad, I lie easy,
I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,
Never ask me whose.
 

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