The Author’s Farewell To Edinburgh.-1810. (Margaretta Wedderburn Poems)
EDINA'S cloud-cap'd hills and spires,With castle-rocks, and cannon's roar,These fortresses which guard your coast,Encompass'd by the sea-girt shore.Your public domes ...
EDINA'S cloud-cap'd hills and spires,With castle-rocks, and cannon's roar,These fortresses which guard your coast,Encompass'd by the sea-girt shore.Your public domes ...
ON Kilda's rock a man of pensive mien,Sat thoughtful, gazing on the restless deep,And as he mark'd with what a ...
IWhere's your kingdom, little king? Where the land you call your own, Where your palace and your throne?Fluttering lightly on the wing Through ...
Self discipline and perseverance strong,Effort on effort, with endurance long,Make kings of men, who subjugate and swayStern empire over self ...
Now, welcome home, ye valiant band, By science lured to roam,Thrice welcome to your native land, To Britain's hearth and home;For ye ...
They say that dead men tell no tales! Except of barges with red sails And sailors mad for nightingales; Except of ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
Ye lords of golden argosies! And Prelate, prince, and peer;And members all of Parliament, In rich St. Stephens, ...
This Cenotaph is sacred to the Memory Of those departed Warriors, of the seventy--ninth regiment, by whose deliberate Valour, steady ...
This time I know I will never see him again. For a time he played the game, like a child ...
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
Thinking of the walls the stones we use within these walls individual cities fortresses of stone walled off from our ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Rivers, tow paths, caravan parks From Kirkstall to Keighley The track's ribbon flaps Like Margaret's whirling and twirling At ten ...
NOW bare to the beholder's eye Your late denuded bindings lie, Subsiding slowly where they fell, A disinvested citadel; The ...
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands ...
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