Poems with rhymes of bride

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

Look for thy coming from each pathway side;
With all things fresh and beautiful and bright
The earth’s adorned like an Eastern bride,—

I'll never be a bride,
Nor yet celibate,
So I'm living now with Pride --

Laugh when they sneer at the fanatic's bride,
Knowing no bliss, save to toil and abide

O then is the season to look for a bride!
Choose her warily, woo her unseen;
For the choicest maids are those that hide

O then is the season to wed thee a bride!
Ere the garners are filled and the ale-cups foam;
For a smiling hostess is the pride

Into this prince gently, oh gently slide,
And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.

'Tired like a royal bride,
When he comes in, and the lights are low,
And I'm by Antony's side —

Ev'n as I woo thee to my side,
Thou, importuned to stay,
Like Orpheus' half-recovered bride

The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy
bride.

A silvery path wherein thro' heaven to glide.
Fling the white veil—a summer cloud—around;
She is a bride!

Where the tulip and rose grew side by side,
One like a queen, and one like a bride;

And, Poverty, be thou the bride
And now the marriage feast begun,
And lily-coloured clothes provide

I am ashamed—I hide—
What right have I—to be a Bride—

As like a bride
Without the dowry of vision
In the dome of empty mind

It's funny, but it has its sorry side;
I put an advert. in the evening Press:
"A lonely maiden fain would be a bride."

Or run, my own adopted bride,
A sylvan huntress at my side,

O pure-eyed bride!
O tender pride!

That day, ye pranc'd wi' muckle pride,
When ye bure hame my bonie bride:

Counsellors cunning and silent -- comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?