Love poems
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266. SongThe Banks of Nith
© Robert Burns
THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command.
The Old Pioneers
© Frank Dalby Davison
h, these old friends of ours! Sixty years back,
Bearded and booted, they followed the track,
546. SongJockies taen the parting Kiss
© Robert Burns
JOCKEYS taen the parting kiss,
Oer the mountains he is gane,
And with him is a my bliss,
Nought but griefs with me remain,
Abd-El-Kader At Toulon Or, The Caged Hawk
© William Makepeace Thackeray
No more, thou lithe and long-winged hawk, of desert-life for thee;
No more across the sultry sands shalt thou go swooping free:
Blunt idle talons, idle beak, with spurning of thy chain,
Shatter against thy cage the wing thou ne'er may'st spread again.
517. SongO wat ye whas in yon town
© Robert Burns
ChorusO wat ye whas in yon town,
Ye see the eenin sun upon,
The dearest maids in yon town,
That eening sun is shining on.
443. SongWilt thou be my Dearie
© Robert Burns
WILT thou be my Dearie?
When Sorrow wring thy gentle heart,
O wilt thou let me cheer thee!
By the treasure of my soul,
389. SongDuncan Gray
© Robert Burns
DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot,
On blythe Yule-night when we were fou,
Ha, ha, the wooing ot,
233. SongO were I on Parnassus Hill
© Robert Burns
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill,
Or had o Helicon my fill,
That I might catch poetic skill,
To sing how dear I love thee!
He and She
© William Schwenck Gilbert
[HE.] I know a youth who loves a little maid -
(Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!)
434. SongThou hast left me ever, jamie
© Robert Burns
THOU hast left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left me ever;
Thou has left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left me ever:
276. SongWhistle oer the lave ot
© Robert Burns
FIRST when Maggie was my care,
Heavn, I thought, was in her air,
Now were married-speir nae mair,
But whistle oer the lave ot!
176. On the Death of John MLeod, Esq.
© Robert Burns
SAD thy tale, thou idle page,
And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love
From Isabellas arms.
Garden Street
© Roderic Quinn
LONG and drowsy and white and wide,
Villas and arbours on either side,
Pleasant under the cloudless skies,
Garden Street in the sunlight lies.
272. SongMy Love shes but a Lassie yet
© Robert Burns
MY love, shes but a lassie yet,
My love, shes but a lassie yet;
Well let her stand a year or twa,
Shell no be half sae saucy yet;
467. Inscription to Miss Graham of Fintry
© Robert Burns
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives,
In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined,
Accept the gift; though humble he who gives,
Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind.
430. SongDainty Davie
© Robert Burns
NOW rosy May comes in wi flowers,
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;
And now comes in the happy hours,
To wander wi my Davie.
415. SongThe last time I cam oer the Moor
© Robert Burns
THE LAST time I came oer the moor,
And left Marias dwelling,
What throes, what tortures passing cure,
Were in my bosom swelling:
To The Poet, John Dyer
© William Wordsworth
BARD of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made
That work a living landscape fair and bright;
Nor hallowed less with musical delight
Than those soft scenes through which thy childhood strayed,
The Song of the Strange Ascetic
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
If I had been a Heathen,
I'd have praised the purple vine,
Idyll XII. The Comrades
© Theocritus
Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!
(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)
As much as apples sweet the damson crude
Excel; the blooming spring the winter rude;
