Love poems
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313. Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots
© Robert Burns
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o daisies white
Out oer the grassy lea;
The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon
© John Keats
1.
Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket?
Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?
300. Scots Prologue for Mr. Sutherland
© Robert Burns
WHAT needs this din about the town o Lonon,
How this new play an that new sang is comin?
Why is outlandish stuff sae meikle courted?
Does nonsense mend, like brandy, when imported?
229. SongAnna, thy Charms
© Robert Burns
ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!
Jilted
© Sylvia Plath
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09:
© Conrad Aiken
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.
You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing
As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'
Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only,
'How deathly pale my face looks in that glass . . .'
241. Written in Friars Carse Hermitage (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
THOU whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in silken stole,
Grave these counsels on thy soul.
Two Christmas Eves
© Edith Nesbit
Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!
425. SongHad I a cave
© Robert Burns
Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare
All thy fond, plighted vows fleeting as air!
To thy new lover hie,
Laugh oer thy perjury;
Then in thy bosom try
What peace is there!
256. SongBeware o Bonie Ann
© Robert Burns
YE gallants bright, I rede you right,
Beware o bonie Ann;
Her comely face sae fu o grace,
Your heart she will trepan:
530. SongYonder pomp of costly fashion
© Robert Burns
MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion
Round the wealthy, titled bride:
But when compard with real passion,
Poor is all that princely pride.
Mark yonder, &c. (four lines repeated).
The Ballad of the White Horse
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
Her Prayer
© Madison Julius Cawein
She kneels with haggard eyes and hair
Unto the Christ upon the Cross:
Her gown is torn; her feet are bare.
A Mother In Egypt
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
"About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt: and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon the throne, even unto the firstborn of the maid-servant that is behind the mill."
11. SongHeres to thy health, my bonie lass
© Robert Burns
HERES to thy health, my bonie lass,
Gude nicht and joy be wi thee;
Ill come nae mair to thy bower-door,
To tell thee that I loe thee.
Buick
© Karl Shapiro
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine
And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she leans,
Leaning and laughing, my warm-hearted beauty, you ride, you ride,
You tack on the curves with parabola speed and a kiss of goodbye,
Like a thoroughbred sloop, my new high-spirited spirit, my kiss.
373. SongThe Slaves Lament
© Robert Burns
The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,
In the lands of Virginia,ginia, O;
And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
A Little Grey Curl
© Louisa May Alcott
A little grey curl from my father's head
I find unburned on the hearth,
Love And Folly
© Charlotte Turner Smith
LOVE, who now deals to human hearts,
Such ill thrown, yet resistless darts,
