romantic poems

I crime and emnity they lie
Who sin and tell us love can die
Who say to us in slanders breath
That love belongs to sin and death
From Heaven it came on Angels wing
To bloom on earth eternal spring
In falsehoods enmity they lie
Who sin and tell us love can die.

Twas born upon an angels breast
The softest dreams the sweetest rest
The brightest sun the bluest sky
Are loves own home and canopy
The thought that cheers this heart of mine
Is that of Love — Love so divine
They sin who say in slanders breath

Fly to the Forest my lovely maid
The prickly Holly shall be our cottage shade
We'll both be glad this Christmas day
While I hold in my arms sweet Susan Grey

The Cottage is cold the Palace is rude
Green christmas is warm in sweet solitude
We've no pride to conquor or subdue
Nature is fair when my Susans true

Then fly to the forest sweet Susan & dwell
Neath the boughs of Holly in secluded dell
For under the tree My susan allows
To kiss her brown cheek neath Missletoe boughs

The maid I love is fair as driven snow
Her raven curls around her white neck flow
Like light from the darkness comes above
Is the beautiful girl that I love —

The maid I love is like the wild hedge rose
That by woodside in the hedge row blows
Her lily hand is hidden in a glove
Soft are the features of the maid I love.

An heart hidden thought it seems to me
A womans worth is there in a maids simplicity
Hope glances on her eyelids from above
Oh sweet is the presence of the maid I love —

How much of time the lover throws away
How many useless journeys will he stray
To win the object of his hearts desires
When the moon rises and the sun retires
When purple pea blooms glisten in nights dew
The lovers walk with maidens that are true
The silvery moon the while on white thorns shine
As fond and faithfully I went with mine.

In moonlit shadows we with one consent
Down the footpath by the greenwoodside went
The nightingale poured all its music out
And the Owl hooted as he swooped about

Happy Ellen near thy dwelling
True love wanders night and day
Nothing fearing ever hearing
What my charmer has to say.

Can I please thee do I tease thee
Happy Ellen prythee say
Near thy dwelling Haughty Ellen
Fancy wanders every day.

At the windows like a cinder
Burning with too hot desire
I am speaking true love seeking
To quench the flame and damp the fire.

Lovely Ellen near thy dwelling
I love sick wander night and day
On thy bosom grief dispeling
Every sorrow fades away.

How Sweet are Spring wild flowers that grow past the counting
How sweet are the wood paths that thread through the grove
But sweeter than all the wild flowers o' the mountain
Is the beauty that walks here The maiden I love
Her black hair in tangles
The Rose Briar mangles
Her lips and soft cheeks
Where Love ever speaks
Oh theres nothing so sweet as the maiden I love

2

It was down in these wild flowers Among brakes & brambles

Can ye love lowland lassie the Tweed and the Forth
 Can ye love the high rock and the mountain a blea
Can ye bear like the winweed the blight o' the north
 Then come Lowland Lassie for ever with me
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My dear Lowland Lassie o' gold I've no lacking
 My bieldin stands firm on the ledges o' rock
A' covered wi' woodbine & theaked o'er wi brakin
 A chair for yoursen and a corner for Jock

3

My ain Lowland Lassie my dear Lowland Lassie
 As dear as the life light that beams in my e'e

Thy tender bosom weeps indeed
To see a sparrow die
While time shall spoil that lovely face
& never drop a sigh

Oh come as it will come or come if it shall come
If Sally but smiles the winter turns spring
Come joy or come sorrow if t'will come & welcome
Let my Sally smile on while my ballads I sing
I'll sing o' the Hawthorn and grove o' grey willows
Where Sally and I sat a courting all day
When I kiss'd her red cheeks oer two snowy pillows
Not one word o' resentment she found for to say —

2

Love is the immortal souls delight
For " God is love" we see
I love His seasons day and night
His world so fair and free
The evening breeze and morning gale
And Gods own masterpiece
Woman! Thy joys can never fail
Our pleasures to increase

2

I loved sweet woman from a boy
They are Gods types o' love
Wi' bosoms white all full o' joy
Wafting our thoughts above