The Landlord’s Best (Alexander Anderson Poems)
A Humorous Reading A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an' Maggie Blair,An' mony wusses, said an' thinkit,They had that ...
A Humorous Reading A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an' Maggie Blair,An' mony wusses, said an' thinkit,They had that ...
A pilgrim of the wilds to-day, I lie by Cameron's stone,And let my fancy roam and play, And take sweet ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
"Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
Into all the onward current and this iron time that feels Its own way with din and clamour through this ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
I was a shepherd in the Tempean vale, I heard Apollo play,And send sweet music, like a lover's tale, Throughout ...
Bless her dear little heart!" said my mate, and he pointed out to me, Fifty yards to the right, in ...
What does the mighty engine say, Rolling along Swift and strong,Slow or fast as his driver may,Hour by ...
A sweet love-song, whose early touch— Ere yet the master-hand grew strongTo strike the chords that felt at such The ...
Aflush from the far land of song he came To us;His harp was strung with fiery threads of flame, ...
I hear the winds of summer rush Above my head to-day,As here I sit by Connelbush To dream one hour ...
"Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,Forget the spreading of the hideous town."—The Earthly ParadiseYes, William Morris, it were well ...
Bright the firelight touch'd his portrait hanging on our humble wall, But a sweeter light was in us, with a ...
I lay beneath the long slim wires,And heard them murmur like desires,Till, drowsy with the heat, my thoughts Set ...
The snawdrap was oot, and the primrose was seenIn the cleuch, while the side o' the burnie was green;The mavis ...
He's a deil o' a wean—what ava can he mean?Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;Here's his ...
That was Nottman waving at me,But the steam fell down, so you could not see;He is out to-day with the ...
A tender light, when I look back, Is all that I can seeOf that sweet time and that sweet walk— ...
More coal, Bill, he said, and he held his watch to the light of the glowing fire; "We are now ...
I ken'd Maggie weel ere she grew to a wife,An' smiled in the sunshine o' a' its sweet life;But, wae's ...
I'm growin' auld, an' no' sae yauld, Nor yet sae gleg as I ha'e been;But whiles, when I am a' ...
I lift this old Communion Cup,And, lo!—what visions gather upLike white clouds on a summer dayWhen all the winds have ...
Oh, the summer time is beautiful, with all its sunny sky,The soft sweet carol of the birds and streams that ...
Those simple daisies which you view, Last year, when summer winds did wave,And clouds were white with sunshine, grew Upon ...
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