Cadyow Castle (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady Anne Hamilton.When princely Hamilton's abodeEnnobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,And ...
Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady Anne Hamilton.When princely Hamilton's abodeEnnobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,And ...
NOT far from Plevno, but a hundred and fiftysteps away, there is a grave, visible to none.The place is lonely, ...
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon ...
The diggers are digging, and digging deep,They're digging and singing,And I'm asleep.They're digging and singing and swiftly they're swingingThe flying ...
Fever, and crowds—and light that cuts your eyes—Men waiting in a long slow-shuffling linewith silent private faces, white and bleak.Long ...
It dance it laughs a pink lackey it walks like the dream of one unfinished through the hall it clatters its feet, ...
A Humorous Reading A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an' Maggie Blair,An' mony wusses, said an' thinkit,They had that ...
There's a breeze about the mountains, it is singin' in the treesA song to mock the little men who chose ...
1Meandering abroad in the Lincolnshire meadows dayDay and day a month perhaps, lying at night lonely,The early September evening administering ...
I.In ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,A narrow pass there is, with Houses low;Where ever and anon, the Stream ...
Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,For then I thought to see Thee face to ...
White, glittering sunlight fills the market square, Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
In this evil year, autumn comes early... I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters, The wind ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
Bright sari in a darkened street - the lilting grey of Yorkshire sky; rust requiems for demolished mills - repeating ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo From building and battered paving-stone. The headlight scoffs at the mist, And ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
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