Love poems
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IX. O Poverty! though from thy haggard eye...
© William Lisle Bowles
O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye,
Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft,
115. The Farewell to the Brethren of St. Jamess Lodge, Tarbolton
© Robert Burns
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu;
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favourèd, enlightend few,
Companions of my social joy;
Home
© George Herbert
Come, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick,
While thou dost ever, ever stay:
Thy long deferrings wound me to the quick,
My spirit gaspeth night and day.
O show thy self to me,
Or take me up to thee!
342. SongSweet Afton
© Robert Burns
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, Ill sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Marys asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
80. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata
© Robert Burns
AirTuneSoldiers Joy.I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench,
When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.
358. A Grace after Dinner
© Robert Burns
O THOU, in whom we live and move
Who made the sea and shore;
Thy goodness constantly we prove,
And grateful would adore;
490. SongThe charming month of May
© Robert Burns
Chorus.Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping oer the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Fifty Years (1863-1913)
© James Weldon Johnson
O brothers mine, to-day we stand
Where half a century sweeps our ken,
Since God, through Lincoln's ready hand,
Struck off our bonds and made us men.
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts I.-II.
© John Logan
Yet lost to fame is virtue's orient reign;
The patriot lived, the hero died in vain,
Dark night descended o'er the human day,
And wiped the glory of the world away:
Whirled round the gulf, the acts of time were tost,
Then in the vast abyss for ever lost.
El Nudo (The Knot)
© Delmira Agustini
Su idilio fue una larga sonrisa a cuatro labios…
En el regazo cálido de rubia primavera
Amáronse talmente que entre sus dedos sabios
Palpitó la divina forma de la Quimera.
Annan Water
© Andrew Lang
"Annan water's wading deep,
And my love Annie's wondrous bonny;
And I am laith she suld weet her feet,
Because I love her best of ony.
306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790
© Robert Burns
Now, for my friends and brethrens sakes,
And for my dear-lovd Land o Cakes,
I pray with holy fire:
Lord, send a rough-shod troop o Hell
Oer a wad Scotland buy or sell,
To grind them in the mire!
The Farewell
© Henry King
Splendidis longum valedico nugis.
Farewell fond Love, under whose childish whip,
I have serv'd out a weary Prentiship;
Thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property,
Lament For Culloden
© Robert Burns
The lovely lass o' Inverness,
Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;
For e'en and morn she cries, "Alas!"
And ay the saut tear blins her ee:
133. The Brigs of Ayr
© Robert Burns
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from evry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush;
To One In A Hostile Camp
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How dare I, Juliet, in love's kindness be
Your counsellor for these mad days of war,
I, a sworn Montagu, to liberty
Bound by all oaths which men least lightly swear?
34. Remorse: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace,
That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish
Beyond comparison the worst are those
By our own folly, or our guilt brought on:
The Bells and Queen Victoria
© Rudyard Kipling
Our fathers had declared to us her praise-
Her praise the years had proven past all speech.
And past all speech our loyal hearts always,
Always our hearts lay open, each to each-
Therefore men gave the treasure of their blood
To this one woman-for she understood!
Bonnie Lesley
© Robert Burns
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the Border?
She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
