To My Brothers (Norman Rowland Gale Poems)
O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop O'er wordy tasks in London town, How scantly Laura trips for you- A poem in a ...
O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop O'er wordy tasks in London town, How scantly Laura trips for you- A poem in a ...
That all from Adam first began,None but ungodly Whiston doubts,And that his son and his son's sonWere all but ploughmen, ...
Slow sinks the glimmering beam from western sky,The woods and hills obscur'd by Evening greyVanish from mortal sight, and fade ...
Green moss will creepAlong the shady graves where we shall sleep.Each year will bringAnother brood of birds to nest and ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
She was a phantom, &c.In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;And ...
So, the bank has bust its boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money ...
So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven yearIt will pay me all my money back ...
Now thou art gone, O BURNS ! to thy last bed,Where Kings and Ploughmen, Wits and Fools, are laid;Nor softer ...
The spirits' mountain, such the nameThe early Maori gave:Where's his forgotten grave?We know not; but thou'rt still the sameGloomy and ...
Better than granite, Spoon River,Is the memory-picture you keep of meStanding before the pioneer men and womenThere at Concord Church ...
Villages to the horizons, extends the field from our maternity; Spring has just arrived. The light veil of snow is ...
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with ...
WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with ...
So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
'Twas in the year of 1884, and on Saturday the 20th of September, Which the inhabitants of Dundee will long ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of me Standing before the pioneer men and women There ...
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