[Day Dreams] (Alexander Bethune Poems)
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
The shepherd-king of Judah's olden days,Waked his sweet harp to sing Jehovah's praise,Then this his theme was in his happy ...
Government muddles, departments dazed,Fear and confusion wherever he gazed; Order insulted, authority spurned, Dread and distraction wherever he turned -Oh, ...
There's nothing so exasperates a true Australian youth,Whatever be his rank in life, be he cultured or uncouth,As the manner ...
"SOME space beyond the garden close I sauntered down the shadowed lawn; It was the hour when sluggards doze, ...
The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath ...
They brought her to the crowded paddock, The red sun glinting on skin like jet,Lightning, the winner of twenty ...
Beachcomber on the shores of tearsLimning the gestures of defeatIn dancers, whores, and opera-stars -The lonely, lighted various streetYou sauntered ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
"O bees, sweet bees!" I said, "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles. Fly swiftly there and drain ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away. How fair ...
Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro' the village -- Sauntered ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
The daughter of the village Maire Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful; She throws upon me such ...
"Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see, So far beyond the faint edge of the world? D'ye look to ...
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
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