Love Poems – Page 3439
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Our Bonny Scots Lads
Our bonny Scots lads, in their green tartan plaids. / Their blue-belted bonnets, and feathers sae braw, / Rank'd up on the green were fair to be seen, … -
Our journey had advanced —
Our journey had advanced — / Our feet were almost come / To that odd Fork in Being's Road — … -
Our little Kinsmen — after Rain
Our little Kinsmen — after Rain / In plenty may be seen, / A Pink and Pulpy multitude … -
Our little secrets slink away —
Our little secrets slink away — / Beside God's shall not tell — / He kept his word a Trillion years … -
Our lives are Swiss —
Our lives are Swiss — / So still — so Cool — / Till some odd afternoon … -
Our Mat
It came from the prison this morning, / Close-twisted, neat-lettered, and flat; / It lies the hall doorway adorning, … -
Our New Horse
The boys had come back from the races / All silent and down on their luck; / They'd backed 'em, straight out and for places, … -
Our own possessions — though our own —
Our own possessions — though our own — / 'Tis well to hoard anew — / Remembering the Dimensions … -
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision. / The channel of the dust who once achieves / Invalidates the balm of that religion … -
Ourselves were wed one summer — dear —
Ourselves were wed one summer — dear — / Your Vision — was in June — / And when Your little Lifetime failed, …
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