Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COME O'ER THE BOURN, by ANONYMOUS Last Line: Until death us two do depart Subject(s): "courts & Courtiers;elizabeth I, Queen Of England (1533-1603; | ||||||||
COME o'er the bourn, Bessy, Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, Sweet Bessy, come over to me, And I shall thee take And my dear lady make Before all that e'er I see. A voice now is calling, My glad heart enthralling, And answer thee now I shall; O tell me, I say, Who 'tis calls away And so earnestly does me call? I am thy fair lover, And fain would discover My name it is merry England. Therefore, come away, And make no more delay, Sweet Bessy, give me thy hand. Lo, here is my hand, Dear lover, England, I am thine, both mind and heart. For e'er to endure, Thou mayest be sure, Until death us two do depart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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