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Poetry Anthology by Romina Vargas

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  • 1. by Romina Vargas

2. It was many and many a year ago,The angels, not half so happy in heaven,In a kingdom by the sea, Went envying her and me-That a maiden there lived whom you may Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,know In this kingdom by the sea)By the name of ANNABEL LEE;That the wind came out of the cloud by night,And this maiden she lived with no other Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. thought Than to love and be loved by me.But our love it was stronger by far than the loveI was a child and she was a child,Of those who were older than we- In this kingdom by the sea;Of many far wiser than we-But we loved with a love that was more thanAnd neither the angels in heaven above, love- Nor the demons down under the sea,I and my Annabel Lee;Can ever dissever my soul from the soulWith a love that the winged seraphs of heavenOf the beautiful Annabel Lee. Coveted her and me.For the moon never beams without bringing me And this was the reason that, long ago, dreams In this kingdom by the sea,Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;A wind blew out of a cloud, chillingAnd the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes My beautiful Annabel Lee;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;So that her highborn kinsman came And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideAnd bore her away from me,To shut her up in a sepulchre Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In this kingdom by the sea.In the sepulchre there by the sea,In her tomb by the sounding sea. 3. In a kingdom by a sea that maidenthere lived whom you may knowThe angels of heaven coveted thisfeeling from her and me.Neither the angels in heaven above,Nor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee. 4. SINCE theres no help, come let us kiss and part Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again,Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.Now at the last gasp of Loves latest breath,When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes,--Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,From death to life thou mightst him yet recover. 5. Shake hands for ever, cancel allour vows The parting 6. Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worths unknown, although his height be taken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickles compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 7. it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is It is the star to every wandering bark,never shaken; These pictures represent the most beautiful definition of loyalty, love against time, changes and death. 8. I have chosen these three poems since all of them have the same theme, love.In the first poem Annabel Lee, is about of an enduring love. I like this poem because the author expresses all his feelings towards his departed wife.As regards the second poem, I chose it because I think that is interesting since its also about love, but in this case, love gets an end. The author suggests very concisely the idea of the break being forever, with no possibility of reconciliation. He expresses his feeling in a way that makes me think that may be all this is the result of being cheated by his lover.The third poem I have chosen is the sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare. I love this sonnet, because it is extremely romantic! It is about the truth love; in this case the author expresses his loyalty to his lover. This love that is undefined over time, outside the changes and distances, storm and death.