The Old Sheperd’s Recollections (Matilda Betham Poems)
Low, heavy clouds are hanging on the hills, And half-impatient of the sun's approach, Shake sullenly their cold and languid wings! Oh! it ...
Low, heavy clouds are hanging on the hills, And half-impatient of the sun's approach, Shake sullenly their cold and languid wings! Oh! it ...
In the small Village of St Joseph, below the City of Ottawa, stilllives or did live very recently, an ancient ...
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
The young Prince of Anhalt Dessau, The Dowager's only son,Was a sturdy strong-limbed fellow And a most determined one.Shook the tutor his ...
iAt Turney in Flanders I was bornFore-doomed to splendour and sorrow,For I was a king when they cut the corn,And ...
Oh thou ! whose bland intoxicating smile,Darts o'er the gloomy barrenness of LifeIts lustrous day, making the desart bloom,E'en as ...
O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh, To make stern Memory tell her tale unsought,And raise accusing shades of ...
Beside a cottage-door, Sang Ella at her wheel;Ruthven rode o'er the moor, Down at her feet to kneel:A spotted palfrey gay Came ambling ...
For Queen Barbara Our Lady of Ausros VartaiThe beauty of those eyes, their sadness, has come alivein my portrait. I painted ...
One glorious day gleams through my memory still,Though lagging years have come and gone erewhile;That day whereon I seemed to ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
1.WE are a shadow and a shining, we!One moment nothing seems but what we see,Nor aught to rule but common ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
SILENCE is mine, and everlasting peace; My heart is empty, waiting for its Lord; All hope, all passion, all desire ...
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, ...
A FAIRY prince came singing through the wood, And sighing, "Out, alas!" and, "Well-a-way!The world is grey, romance is dead, ...
Why came in dreams the low-born manBetween thee and thy rest?In vain thy whispered message ran,Though justice was its quest!Did ...
WHO SPOKE WITH SOME ILL-NATURE OF THEADVERTISEMENT OF MY LITTLE WORK INTHE "ABERDEEN JOURNAL." SAYS pert Miss PRUE ,There's something ...
If I, who am an abject, low-born woman,Can bear within me such lofty fire,Why should I not possess at least ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
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