Poems with rhymes of brides

Cistercians might crack their sides
With laughter, and exemption get,
At sight of heroes clasping brides,

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

Son beau petit bonnet sans brides.
Nous allons voir les carpillons
Au bord de rotang plein de rides.

'Now she shall lay her polish'd sides,
As queens do rest, or dainty brides,

- Sure, sure my paramour, my Bride of Brides,
Lingering and flushed, mysteriously abides

And O, hill-sides,
Like giants' brides

Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The glimmering music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.

In one body grooms and brides;
Eldest rite, two married sides

When she who wedded with the soldier hides
At home as good as widowed in the shade,
A lighthouse to the girls that would be brides:

From the mountain wherein she resides
Bones crumble and crunch underfoot where she treads
To the weddings of disposable brides