Platonic love

"And then there are such things as love divine, Bright and immaculate, unmix’d and pure, Such as the angels think so very fine, And matrons who would be no less secure, Platonic, perfect, ‘just such love as mine;’ Thus Julia said—and thought so, to be sure; And so I’d have her think, were I the man On whom her reveries celestial ran."

"The hand which still held Juan’s, by degrees Gently, but palpably confirm’d its grasp, As if it said, ‘Detain me, if you please;’ Yet there’s no doubt she only meant to clasp His fingers with a pure Platonic squeeze: She would have shrunk as from a toad, or asp, Had she imagined such a thing could rouse A feeling dangerous to a prudent spouse."

"To hold the pure delights of brain Above light loves and sweet champagne. For, you and I, we did eschew The egoistic "I" and "you;"And all our observations ran On Art and Letters, Life and Man. Proudly we sat, we two, on high, Throned in our Objectivity;Scarce friends, not lovers (each avers), But sexless, safe Philosophers."

"a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists"