Address To A Steam-Vessel (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WRITTEN FOR THIS COLLECTION.FREIGHTED with passengers of every sort,A motley throng, thou leav'st the busy port.Thy long and ample deck, ...
WRITTEN FOR THIS COLLECTION.FREIGHTED with passengers of every sort,A motley throng, thou leav'st the busy port.Thy long and ample deck, ...
"The Short And Simple Annals of The Poor"A lanely loch, a muirlan' broon, A warl' o' whins an' heather,Whaur aft, whan ...
Three youths in the heyday of life's hopeful spring, On a bright April morn gaily hied,With three little skiffs, each one ...
(The only Island on Lake Como, the Lake Larius of the Romans)There sleeps beneath Italian skiesA lovely island rich in ...
This poem must be done to-day; Then, I 'll e'en to it. I must not dream my time away,-- I 'm sure to ...
Like drifts of balm from cedared glens, those darling memories come,With soft low songs, and dear old tales, familiar to ...
Down the coast of LabradorRode the storm-wind conqueror:In his train the surges roared,From black clouds the torrents poured.Miles on miles ...
The wind waves oer the meadows green And shakes my own wild flowersAnd shifts about the moving scene Like the life of ...
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
RESTORATION OF THE SUN AND MOON.Thus has Fire returned to NorthlandBut the gold Moon is not shining,Neither gleams the silver ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
I. WHAT song is this which on the water rings, Rousing the lonely post? — its flag ascends:Forth from the ...
DOST see by that rock, with its summit of snow,Which the frost-ribbed billows are mining below;'Twas there that one night,...to ...
See how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet; And scarcely feels the floor the wings of those ...
A girlish voice like a silver bellRang over the sparkling tide, "A race! a race!" She was under the ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
See how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet; And scarcely feels the floor the wings of those ...
Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy shore, I wander'd ...
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