Alexander Anderson Poems (387 Poems)
The Engine (Alexander Anderson Poems)
On fire-horses and wind-horses we career. —Carlyle Hurrah! for the mighty engine, As he bounds along his track:Hurrah, for the life that is in him, And his breath so thick and black.And hurrah for our fellows, who in their need … Continue reading
The Covenanter’s (Alexander Anderson Poems)
I am auld an’ frail, an’ I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak’ a turn,It’s only when the sun blinks oot On the braes by the Vennel Burn.Then I tak’ a look at the Kirkland Heichts, An’ up … Continue reading
In Kirkconnel Old Churchyard (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.— Gray’s Elegy The mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, Listless as if asleep,Below the silence quivers still With bleatings of the sheep. I hear the curlew’s sudden … Continue reading
Song of The Engine (Alexander Anderson Poems)
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank of the gleaming crank, In his soul that is never at rest;In the spring and ring of the bending rail, … Continue reading
The Dying Covenanter (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Let me lie upon the heather Where the heath fowl have abode,In my hand the open Bible, On my lip the psalm of God.I have kept the faith and conquered, Slipped not foot nor quailed an eye;Gather round, and in … Continue reading
In Tempe (Alexander Anderson Poems)
I was a shepherd in the Tempean vale, I heard Apollo play,And send sweet music, like a lover’s tale, Throughout the golden day. I, too, not wishing to remain as mute, In happy fits essay’dTo finger with rude touch the … Continue reading
Jeanie (Alexander Anderson Poems)
You were dead, they said; In the churchyard had been laid,Many weeks ago, the dust whose youth was in its fullest pride: Simple words and simply spoken, Yet they struck me white with terror as if fiends had flung … Continue reading
The Spirit of The Times (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Come, fling for a moment, my fellows, The pick and shovel aside,And rise from the moil of our ten hours’ toil With a heart beating high with pride.What though our mission can do without thought, And the music and cunning … Continue reading
Move Upward (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Move upward, working out the brute, And let the ape and tiger die. —Tennyson Ay, in heaven’s name, let us move upward still In this time-changing planet of ours,And bring to the task what the gods still ask— The best … Continue reading
To One In Eternity (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Nicht darf ich dir zu gleichen mich vermessen.— Goethe I know not how to sing a song to-day—Thou in the spirit, I within the clay.Perchance it may be that these many yearsIn the wide universe of starry spheresHave made thee … Continue reading
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