Love poems
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310. Tam o Shanter: A Tale
© Robert Burns
This truth fand honest TAM O SHANTER,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:
(Auld Ayr, wham neer a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonie lasses).
398. Lord Gregory: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour,
And loud the tempests roar;
A waefu wanderer seeks thy tower,
Lord Gregory, ope thy door.
Ariel
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A VOICE like the murmur of doves,
Soft lightning from eyes of blue;
On her cheek a flush like love's
First delicate, rosebud hue;
220. SongThe Winter it is Past
© Robert Burns
THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last
And the small birds, they sing on evry tree;
Now evry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.
He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven
© William Butler Yeats
I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young
And weep because I know all things now:
Newark Abbey
© Thomas Love Peacock
I gaze, where August's sunbeam falls
Along these grey and lonely walls,
Till in its light absorbed appears
The lapse of five-and-thirty years.
62. Epistle to William Simson
© Robert Burns
Sae, ye observe that a this clatter
Is naething but a moonshine matter;
But tho dull prose-folk Latin splatter
In logic tulyie,
I hope we bardies ken some better
Than mind sic brulyie.
117. SongFarewell to Eliza
© Robert Burns
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,
And from my native shore;
The cruel fates between us throw
A boundless oceans roar:
In Hospital
© Edith Nesbit
Under the shadow of a hawthorn brake,
Where bluebells draw the sky down to the wood,
268. SongI Love my Love in Secret
© Robert Burns
MY Sandy gied to me a ring,
Was a beset wi diamonds fine;
But I gied him a far better thing,
I gied my heart in pledge o his ring.
To A Woman Seen In Sleep
© Arthur Symons
Once seen, immortal, seen but; in a dream,
Unveiling that: white swiftness to the feet,
With pride of maiden shame,
I have beheld the youth of Beauty gleam,
August, and passionately sweet,
And shining as clear flame.
87. The Twa Dogs
© Robert Burns
Note 1. Luath was Burns own dog. [back]
Note 2. Cuchullins dog in Ossians Fingal.R. B. [back]
400. SongLovely young Jessie
© Robert Burns
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o the Yarrow,
And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;
But by the sweet side o the Niths winding river,
Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair:
228. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh
© Robert Burns
MY godlike friendnay, do not stare,
You think the phrase is odd-like;
But God is love, the saints declare,
Then surely thou art god-like.
468. SongOn the Seas and far away
© Robert Burns
Chorus.On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day,
Are aye with him thats far away.
The Progress of Taste, or the Fate of Delicacy
© William Shenstone
A POEM ON THE TEMPER AND STUDIES OF THE AUTHOR; AND HOW GREAT A MISFORTUNE IT IS FOR A MAN OF SMALL ESTATE TO HAVE MUCH TASTE.
Part first.
140. Masonic SongYe Sons of Old Killie
© Robert Burns
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
To sit in that honoured station.
222. Verses to Clarinda, with Drinking Glasses
© Robert Burns
FAIR Empress of the Poets soul,
And Queen of Poetesses;
Clarinda, take this little boon,
This humble pair of glasses:
Sonnet IV
© Caroline Norton
BE frank with me, and I accept my lot;
But deal not with me as a grieving child,
Who for the loss of that which he hath not
Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled.
42. A Poets Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter
© Robert Burns
For if thou be what I wad hae thee,
And tak the counsel I shall gie thee,
Ill never rue my trouble wi thee,
The cost nor shame ot,
But be a loving father to thee,
And brag the name ot.
