love poems for her

The air is soft and balmy,
And the moon shines clear and bright,
So throw your lattice wide, Ladie,
And bless my eyes to-night.
No smoothly polished lay I sing
Like courtly chevalier,
Yet let the soldier's tale of love
Fall sweetly on your ear.

I come from far countree,
From the land of tropic sun,
Where fame, and wreaths of laurel
And glorious names are won;
Where the dews of night fall harmlessly
On the saber's polished side
As the dews of Time but strengthen
My soul's love for its bride.

There beat a young heart which had never known love,
'T was as fresh as the bloom of the red summer rose,
Till the merry God smiled from the regions above,
And launched a bright arrow, that broke its repose.

He launched a bright arrow, that broke its repose.
When the fairy-like maiden was smiling in sleep;
The wound was a-bleeding, when just as love rose,
Old Time chanced along on his pinions to sweep:

Old Time chanced along on his pinions to sweep,
And on the new wound that the arrow had made,

Do salmons love a lucid stream?
Do thirsty sheep love fountains?
Do Druids love a doleful theme?
Or goats the craggy mountains?

If it be true these things are so,
As truly she's my lovey,
And os wit I yng carie I,
Rool fit dwyn de girie di,
As ein, dai, tree, pedwar, pimp, chweck go

LOVING AT FIRST SIGHT

I.

No warning of th' approaching flame,
Swiftly like sudden death it came:
Like travellers by lightning kill'd,
I burnt the moment I beheld.

II.

In whom so many charms are plac'd,
Is with a mind as nobly grac'd;
The case, so shining to behold,
Is fill'd with richest gems and gold.

III.

To what my eyes admir'd before
I add a thousand graces more,
And Fancy blows into a flame
The spark that from her beauty came.

I.

Let earthly minds feed on a dream,
And make an empty sound their theme,
Jesus shall dwell upon my tongue,
His dying love shall be my song.

II.

His name deserves my heart and voice,
This is the name makes me rejoice,
Nor dare I boast another name,
Therefore this Christ shall be my theme.

III.

Was I to speak of joys above,
This Jesus is their sea of love;
Or if I tell of joys below,
This Christ is all the soul can know.

IV.

I.

Down from the glorious realm above
Descends the Saviour cloth'd with love;
Assumes a body (can it be!)
To bleed and suffer death for me.

II.

Freely he spent his life and breath
To save me from eternal death;
And when no helper I could see
Made known his dying love to me.

III.

He took me from the jaws of hell,
And told my soul that all was well;
His love so great, his grace so free,
He said he spilt his blood for me.

IV.

O love amazing! boundless grace!

Loving you so, how could I know
That I should ever grow
To love you more? And ever more, and more;
So that the love I had before,
And thought so great, seems almost naught.
Brightly, yet strangely wrought
Was that old love-attire:
Woven out of desire, out of clouds and fire.

But this is a new way of loving you;
This, night and day, tranquilly, gay;
Not as lovers do who are yet two,
For now I am part of you;
You are not separate from me;
Now we have come to be
One piece of life; move indivisibly.

I.

Sinners arise, the Saviour's come,
And bleeds for wretched souls like you;
His mercy calls the rebels home,
Forgives their sins and loves them too.

II.

Come to the feast without delay,
Before the gospel call is o'er;
Embrace the blessed Lord to day,
Lest he should go, and call no more.

III.

To Mrs. Laura Dillon, now Lady Falkland.

Bacchus! to arms, the enemy's at hand,
Laura appears; stand to your glasses, stand;
The god of Love the god of Wine defies,
Behold him in full march in Laura's eyes:
Bacchus! to arms; and, to resist the dart,
Each with a faithful brimmer guard his heart.
Fly, Bacchus! fly, there's treason in the cup,
For Love comes pouring in with ev'ry drop;
I feel him in my heart, my blood, my brain;
Fly, Bacchus! fly, resistence is in vain,
Or craving quarter: crown a friendly bowl

I.

A plague take all such grumbling elves,
If they will rail, so be it;
Because we're happier than themselves,
They can't endure to see it.

For me, I never shall repine,
Let whate'er fate o'ertake us;
For love and Annette shall be mine,
Though all the world forsake us.

II.

Then, dear Annette, regard them not,