Lines Written On The Field Of Quatre Bras, 1821 (Joanna Baillie Poems)
SO bright the sun puts forth his glorious beams,So fair the field beneath his lustre gleams,So soft the south wind ...
SO bright the sun puts forth his glorious beams,So fair the field beneath his lustre gleams,So soft the south wind ...
THOU hast thy mother's eyes, my child--Her deep dark eyes: the undefiledSweetness which breathes around her mouth,A perfect rosebud of ...
Their breath is warm and sweet. It holds the smellOf wind-brown grass and little fragrant flowers:Their supple knees have brushed ...
He dreamed of hills so deep with woods Storm-barriers on the summer sky Are not more dark, where plunged loud floods Down rocks ...
LINES WRITTEN AFTER A SUMMER DAY'S EXCURSION.Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom,In hieroglyph of bud and bloom,Her mysteries are told;Who, wise ...
Death is the bullies bashingagainst the black walls and roof tiling,death is the women being lovedin the course of onion ...
Your deep sweet eyes have thrilled me,Beside the mountain streams,Your mellow voice has filled meWith happy, sunlit dreams.What matter how ...
In the spring when I bathe my feet in the wet grass of morning,I see many smiles upon the meadows. ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
WHAT doest thou here, fair rose, on rocky shore Opening thy pure and scented breast to blushIn these rude wilds, ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
No harsh complaint nor rude unmannered wo,Shall jar discordant in the dulcet flowOf music, raining through the chestnut wingsOf the ...
Sleep, little baby! sleep! Not in thy cradle bed,Not on thy mother's breastHenceforth shall be thy rest, ...
Oh, the garden ways are lonely!Winds that bluster, winds that shout,Battle with the strong laburnum,Toss the sad brown ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
Summer met me in the glade, With a host of fair princesses,Golden iris, foxgloves staid, Sunbeams flecked their gorgeous dresses.Roses ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray, Still a silent waving tide O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide, While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, ...
I know a place for loitering feet Deep in the valley where the breeze Makes melody in lichened boughs, And ...
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