The Private Of The Buffs (Francis Hastings Charles Doyle Poems)
LAST night, among his fellow roughs,He jested, quaff'd, and swore; A drunken private of the Buffs,Who never look'd before. To-day, ...
LAST night, among his fellow roughs,He jested, quaff'd, and swore; A drunken private of the Buffs,Who never look'd before. To-day, ...
And beats my heart again with joy!And dances now my spirit light!The skiff that holds my darling boyThis moment burst ...
DEAR shade of bliss, enchanting hope,Thy fairy dreams are almost o'er;Bewilder'd, weary, faint, I stop,My heart, alas! believes no more.Yet ...
Heap not on this moundRoses that she loved so well:Why bewilder her with roses,That she cannot see or smell?She is ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea, and dark ...
Dark HORROR, hear my call! Stern Genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre's moss-cankered seat, Beneath the Abbey's ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Drink of this cup; -- you'll find there's a spell in Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality; Talk ...
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, 'Till spells came o'er him, and, day ...
Heap not on this mound Roses that she loved so well: Why bewilder her with roses, That she cannot see ...
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