These poems, Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning, First Love by John Clare, The Beggar Woman by William Kingland and To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell are all love poems from pre-1900.

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Teela Hughes

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These poems, Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning, First Love by John Clare, The Beggar Woman by William Kingland and To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell are all love poems from pre-1900.

        Porphyria's lover starts off with a man waiting for his lover, Porphyria, to arrive. The writer sets out the beginning of the poem by explaining the mood of the weather.

        “The rain early in to-night,

        The sullen wind was soon awake,

        It tore the elm-tops down from spite,

        And did its worst to vex the lake:

        I listened with heart fit to break."

This shows how anxiously awaiting Porphyria’s lover was and how they will soon be together.

Then Porphyria glides in from the cold storm and

        "Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,

        And laided her soiled gloves by, untied

        Her hat and let the damp hair fall",

As they sat together and the 'murmuring' sound of I love you were given, he now had her love. And now they were together, there was no one who could take that Away.

                                                       "That moment she

        Was mine, mine, fair,

        Perfectly pure and good:"

The only way to capture that love was to kill her. Now Porphyria would not and could not love any one else but him.

        The way in which the man treats the woman in this poem is very unnecessary, he loves her and she loves him, but I think they are in an affair as they seem that they only get little time together and he is afraid of her loving someone else.

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        The rhyming scheme in this poem is A,B,A,B,B.

                  

'First Love', which is so unlike ‘Porphyria’s lover’, is about a man's first love. He describes all the physical features of when someone is in love,

        "My face turned pale as deadly pale,

                  My legs refused to walk away,

        And when she looked 'what could I ail?

                  My life and all seemed turned to clay."

The man is so shocked to see something so beautiful standing there before him that he cannot move and cannot speak as she takes his ...

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