Love poems
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333. SongLovely Polly Stewart
© Robert Burns
Chorus.O lovely Polly Stewart,
O charming Polly Stewart,
Theres neer a flower that blooms in May,
Thats half so fair as thou art!
The Robe of Grass
© John Le Gay Brereton
HERE lies the woven garb he wore
Of grass he gathered by the shore
263. SongThe Gardener wi his Paidle
© Robert Burns
WHEN rosy May comes in wi flowers,
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers,
Then busy, busy are his hours,
The Gardner wi his paidle.
The Nightingale : A Conversation Poem
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!
437. SongThine am I, my faithful Fair
© Robert Burns
THINE am I, my faithful Fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Evry pulse along my veins,
Evry roving fancy.
129. The Calf
© Robert Burns
RIGHT, sir! your text Ill prove it true,
Tho heretics may laugh;
For instance, theres yourself just now,
God knows, an unco calf.
The Bards Who Lived at Manly
© Henry Lawson
The camp of high-class spielers,
Who sneered in summer dress,
Prop: 2, L: 11 E: Quicunque &c
© Thomas Parnell
Vast was his soul some favorite above
Whose bolder pencil made a boy of love
240. Verses on a Parting Kiss
© Robert Burns
HUMID seal of soft affections,
Tenderest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Loves first snowdrop, virgin kiss!
294. SongTo Mary in Heaven
© Robert Burns
THOU lingring star, with lessening ray,
That lovst to greet the early morn,
Again thou usherst in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn.
145. SongYon Wild Mossy Mountains
© Robert Burns
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
The Men Who Man Our Batteries
© William Watson
The men who man our batteries,
The men who serve our guns,
The Pauper
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
It dawned a morn to make a heart despair,
East was the wind and chill the April air.
165. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
© Robert Burns
CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing,
Lovely Burns has charmsconfess:
True it is, she had one failing,
Had a woman ever less?
203. Sylvander to Clarinda
© Robert Burns
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,
First struck Sylvanders rapturd view,
He gazd, he listened to despair,
Alas! twas all he dared to do.
270. SongThe Captains Lady
© Robert Burns
Chorus.O mount and go, mount and make you ready,
O mount and go, and be the Captains lady.
403. The Soldiers Return: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
WHEN wild wars deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Wi mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
487. The Lovers Morning Salute to his Mistress
© Robert Burns
SLEEPST thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi the tears o joy.
