Love poems
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Mignon
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oh, Mignon's mouth is like a rose,
A red, red rose, that half uncurls
For City Lovers
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Do not desire to seek who once we were,
Or where we did, or what, or in whose name.
360. SongAe fond Kiss
© Robert Burns
AE fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears Ill pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans Ill wage thee.
144. A Winter Night
© Robert Burns
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour,
Sharp shivers thro the leafless bowr;
When Phoebus gies a short-livd glowr,
Far south the lift,
Watching For Pa
© Henry Clay Work
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
The Splendid Shilling
© John Arthur Phillips
- - Sing, Heavenly Muse,
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire.
92. Suppressed Stanzas of The Vision
© Robert Burns
The owner of a pleasant spot,
Near and sandy wilds, I last did note; 14
A heart too warm, a pulse too hot
At times, oerran:
But large in evry feature wrote,
Appeard the Man.
Book Fifth-Books
© William Wordsworth
There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,
250. SongShes Fair and Fause
© Robert Burns
SHES fair and fause that causes my smart,
I loed her meikle and lang;
Shes broken her vow, shes broken my heart,
And I may een gae hang.
How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks
© William Wordsworth
HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood!
50. Another on the said Occasion
© Robert Burns
ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,
When deprived of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he showd her,
She reducd him to dust and she drank up the powder.
169. Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee
© Robert Burns
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart,
Of Stuart, a name once respected;
A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart,
But now tis despisd and neglected.
497. SongThe Tear-dropWae is my heart
© Robert Burns
WAE is my heart, and the tears in my ee;
Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o Pity neer sounds in my ear.
105. Despondency: An Ode
© Robert Burns
OPPRESSD with grief, oppressd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
I set me down and sigh;
O life! thou art a galling load,
Untitled ( from The World We Laugh In)
© Harry Graham
Though many men have made their mark
By rising daily with the lark,
'Tis not a plan I recommend ;
The practice no one can defend.
1. SongHandsome Nell
© Robert Burns
O ONCE I lovd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
Ill love my handsome Nell.
159. SongMy Lord a-Hunting he is gane
© Robert Burns
Chorus.MY ladys gown, theres gairs upont,
And gowden flowers sae rare upont;
But Jennys jimps and jirkinet,
My lord thinks meikle mair upont.
