Love poems

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263. Song-The 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 Gard’ner wi’ his paidle.

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256. Song-Beware o’ Bonie Ann

© Robert Burns

YE gallants bright, I rede you right,

Beware o’ bonie Ann;

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250. Song-She’s Fair and Fause

© Robert Burns

SHE’S fair and fause that causes my smart,

I lo’ed her meikle and lang;

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The Options

© Zieroth David Dale

When you diehere are the options:everything or oblivion

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The Man Who Invented the Turn Signal

© Zieroth David Dale

The man who invented the turn signalwalks out the factory gatessomewhere in the westknowing he's done a serviceto the world hitting the roadby telling the car behind

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237. Song-It is na, Jean, thy Bonie Face

© Robert Burns

IT is na, Jean, thy bonie face,
Nor shape that I admire;
Altho’ thy beauty and thy grace
Might weel awauk desire.

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236. Song-I Reign in Jeanie’s Bosom

© Robert Burns

LOUIS, what reck I by thee,
Or Geordie on his ocean?
Dyvor, beggar louns to me,
I reign in Jeanie’s bosom!

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233. Song-O were I on Parnassus Hill

© Robert Burns

O, WERE I on Parnassus hill,

Or had o’ Helicon my fill,

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229. Song-Anna, 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!

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220. Song-The Winter it is Past

© Robert Burns

THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last
And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;
Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.

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218. Song-Talk of him that’s Far Awa

© Robert Burns

MUSING on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
Wearying heav’n in warm devotion,
For his weal where’er he be.

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210. Song-Stay my Charmer

© Robert Burns

STAY my charmer, can you leave me?
Cruel, cruel to deceive me;
Well you know how much you grieve me;
Cruel charmer, can you go!
Cruel charmer, can you go!

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206. Song-Clarina, Mistress of my Soul

© Robert Burns

CLARINDA, mistres of my soul,
The measur’d time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.

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204. Song-Love in the Guise of Friendship

© Robert Burns

YOUR friendship much can make me blest,
O why that bliss destroy!
Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny!

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199. Song-My Peggy’s Charms

© Robert Burns

MY Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form,
The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggy’s worth, my Peggy’s mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.

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192. Song-The Bonie Lass of Albany

© Robert Burns

MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae,
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An’ the bonie Lass of Albany.

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The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart

© Elinor Wylie

ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart

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184. Song-The Birks of Aberfeldy

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Bonie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonie lassie, will ye go
To the birks of Aberfeldy!

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The Long Love that in my Thought doth Harbour

© Sir Thomas Wyatt

The longë love that in my thought doth harbourAnd in mine hert doth keep his residence,Into my face presseth with bold pretenceAnd therein campeth, spreading his banner