Love poems
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394. SongBraw Lads o Gala Water
© Robert Burns
BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,
They rove amang the blooming heather;
But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws
Can match the lads o Galla Water.
109. My Highland Lassie, O
© Robert Burns
NAE gentle dames, tho eer sae fair,
Shall ever be my muses care:
Their titles a arc empty show;
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.
419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
THERE was a lass, and she was fair,
At kirk or market to be seen;
When a our fairest maids were met,
The fairest maid was bonie Jean.
104. The Lament
© Robert Burns
O THOU pale orb that silent shines
While care-untroubled mortals sleep!
Thou seest a wretch who inly pines.
And wanders here to wail and weep!
I Have A Hundred Lives
© Sri Aurobindo
I have a hundred lives before me yet
To grasp thee in, O Spirit ethereal,
Be sure I will with heart insatiate
Pursue thee like a hunter through them all.
Epilogue
© Alfred Noyes
All the shores when day is done
Fade into the setting sun,
So the story tries to teach
More than can be told in speech.
If you Want What Visible Reality
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
218. SongTalk of him thats Far Awa
© Robert Burns
MUSING on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
Wearying heavn in warm devotion,
For his weal whereer he be.
392. SongPoortith cauld and restless love
© Robert Burns
O POORTITH cauld, and restless love,
Ye wrack my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a I could forgive,
An twere na for my Jeanie.
60. Epistle on J. Lapraik
© Robert Burns
But, to conclude my lang epistle,
As my auld pens worn to the gristle,
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whistle,
Your friend and servant.
210. SongStay my Charmer
© Robert Burns
STAY my charmer, can you leave me?
Cruel, cruel to deceive me;
Well you know how much you grieve me;
Cruel charmer, can you go!
Cruel charmer, can you go!
Masochistic Baby
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh, ever since my Masochistic Baby went and left me
I got nothin to hit but the wall.
She loved me when I beat her,
But I started actin sweeter,
417. SongBlythe hae I been on yon hill
© Robert Burns
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill,
As the lambs before me;
Careless ilka thought and free,
As the breeze flew oer me;
258. Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner
© Robert Burns
Now fare ye weel, an joy be wi you:
For my sake, this I beg it o you,
Assist poor Simson a ye can,
Yell fin; him just an honest man;
Sae I conclude, and quat my chanter,
Yours, saint or sinner,ROB THE RANTER.
The Flight of the Goddess
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A man should live in a garret aloof,
And have few friends, and go poorly clad,
With an old hat stopping the chink in the roof,
To keep the Goddess constant and glad.
324. SongThe Charms of Lovely Davies
© Robert Burns
O HOW shall I, unskilfu, try
The poets occupation?
The tunefu powers, in happy hours,
That whisper inspiration;
Poppy And Mandragora
© Madison Julius Cawein
Let us go far from here!
Here there is sadness in the early year:
433. SongDown the Burn, Davie love
© Robert Burns
AS down the burn they took their way,
And thro the flowery dale;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And love was aye the tale:
The March O' Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,
Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;
Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest,
With every day a good one, an' every evening blest.
From Faust - IV. Chorus Of Spirits
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Offspring of night!
Let a more radiant beam
Through the blue ether gleam,
