love poems

In the mountains o the West
Lives the girl I love best
With her red rose cheeks and her coal black hair
Her face is like the rose and her breast the lily fair
In the mountains o the west lives the girl I love the best
O there's nothing half so sweet as Love and fair
In the lands not made of clay
Where the sun neer sets away
But shineth through the midnight bright and fair
I love the lassie best wi' the bright auburn hair
And she liveth in the land that knoweth no decay
And the maid I love the best is for ever bright and fair.

O the world keeps running round
With contrariness to me
There's falshood in the sound
Of all I hear and see
My love she's not so pretty
As many others be
Nor talkative nor witty
Yet very dear to me.

2

In the yellow gorse I see her
But that's wi' fancys eye
For I'm longing to be wi' her
While in prison bonds I lie
Furse bushes like to gilleflowers
More yellow are than gold
I've loved her there in summer hours
With joyfulness untold.

3

My love is fair and bonny
Red flowers are in her gown
'Tis fine and bright as ony
And a comb is in her crown
A comb o' Tortoieshell
Her hair is brown and long
Its lapped up choice and well
And plaited in a thong
Her neck is white and fair
And dark brown is her hair.

2

She's like a bunch of lilies
There's a mole upon her breast
And a bed of daffodilly's
Is not more richly dresst
A sattin gown on Sunday's
The like on't ne'er were seen
And a cotton gown on Monday's

I sigh with the wind like a storm stricken tree
And could weep with the morning but find not a tear
For love is inconstant like the ebb o' the sea
And all things are false which I look on or hear
Love seeks its own bosom from falshood and lies
And lives in itself turning bitter to sweet
It dreams of a smile from its own favour'd eyes
And deceives its own heart from passions high heat.

2

I sigh with the wind and I moan with the trees
But the dew drops of tears are passions own flame

1

" The willow shaded Lane"
The spots where lovers stray
I long to see those scenes again
In this sweet month of May
I long to take her well turn'd arm
At dewy close of day
And walk the road beside the farm
Along with Susan Grey

2

O Susan Grey I love
Down the willow shaded lane
When the stars look bright above
And the night dews on the grain
When the night dews on the grass
And the red sun goes away
I'll meet thee my bonny lass
And love thee Susan Grey

3

By the Moon and Star light in
By the still of midnight in
Which waiseys delight in
I love thee alone
I love thee my dearest
With feelings sincerest
Farthest off thou'rt the nearest
My loved one my own.

True love canna cheat me
Falsehood canna beat me
Yet Mary love meet me
I'm sad and alone
The day's full o' lying
But the last light is dying
And o'er the west flying
There thou still art my own.

The night wind is born brief
Ladybirds i' green corn sleep

When spring comes again love
Bringing green to the tree
And May down the lane love
Smells sweetly o' thee
Wilt thou remember then
Of us both standing here now
And come to the road glen
And look at the brere bough.

And think what we've spoken
And love the oath taken
Let this be the token
And love's not forsaken
Here the hedge brere reposes
Where manhood in glee
Cropt the finest hedge roses
Dew sprinkled for thee.

Years have faded since then
As many will do

The summer lovely beauty wears
Winters chill to see
One tells young blossoms what they are
One what the old must be
Youth sees by autums fading joys
How long its hopes will last
While winter that young hope destroys
Sighs — frowns & all is past

1

The inward tear the silent sigh
The look spoke loud in beauties eye
Strikes like Thor's hammer i' the shock
Though marble bosoms only mock

2

If hidden tears and unheard sighs
Speak nothing — there no heart replies
If signs like these are passed unknown
Then love with two was never known

3

The maid that love in secret keeps
The eye that in the bosom weeps
The cheek that burns up fire to see
Her speak to others though it bee

4

Life without the fear of death
Or dread of Lightening from above
No graves or any loss of breath
Is love

2

Truth without deception this
A joy ensured above
God is the author and the bliss
True love

3

Twas matchless Eve in paradise
With beauty from above
That gave to Man without earth's vice
Her love

4

Adah & Zillah next in flower
About their Adam move
They slept beside him in the bower
In love

5

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