Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWEEDSIDE, by ROBERT CRAWFORD (?-1733) First Line: What beauties does flora disclose! Last Line: Or the pleasanter banks of the tweed? Subject(s): Tweed (river), England & Scotland | ||||||||
WHAT beauties does Flora disclose! How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed! Yet Mary's, still sweeter than those, Both nature and fancy exceed. No daisy, nor sweet blushing rose, Not all the gay flowers of the field, Not Tweed, gliding gently through those, Such beauty and pleasure does yield. The warblers are heard in the grove, The linnet, the lark, and the thrush; The blackbird and sweet cooing dove With music enchant every bush. Come, let us go forth to the mead; Let us see how the primroses spring! We'll lodge in some village on Tweed, And love, while the feathered folk sing. How does my love pass the long day? Does Mary not tend a few sheep? Do they never carelessly stray While happily she lies asleep? Should Tweed's murmurs lull her to rest, Kind nature indulging my bliss, To ease the soft pains of my breast I'd steal an ambrosial kiss. 'Tis she does the virgin excel; No beauty with her may compare; Love's graces around her do dwell; She's fairest where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray? Oh, tell me at noon where they feed? Shall I seek them on sweet-winding Tay, Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE by ROBERT CRAWFORD (?-1733) BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN LILIES: 7. BEHIND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 42 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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