The Highlanders: Part IV (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid ...
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM, ONMEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER AND THREEOTHER LADIES AT AN INN ON ...
OR SKETCHES OF HIGHLAND SCENERY AND MANNERS: WITH SOME REFLECTIONS ON EMIGRATION. WRITTEN DURING THE AUTHOR'S RECOVERY FROM A LONG ...
COM'ST thou with swift wing in thy strength, O Wind!Wilt thou not to my helpless age be kind?And lightly o'er ...
OH , soft and sweet the evening sunWas gleaming o'er the meadows green,The ploughman's weary task was done,And peaceful was ...
DEEPLY INTERESTED IN THE SUBJECT OF THEFOLLOWING POEM. But soft, but see, or rather do not see,My fair rose wither.SHAKSPEARE. ...
THOUGH long by fate's austere decree remov'dFrom scenes still pleasing, and from friends still lov'd,I see low shelter'd in my ...
WHAT adverse fate awaits the tuneful train!Has OTWAY died and SPENCER liv'd in vain?In vain has COLLINS , Fancy's pensive ...
ON READING ONE UPON THE SAME SUBJECT BY PROFESSORRICHARDSON OF GLASGOW. WHAT voice awakes the soul-afflicting themeThat oft with ...
WHEN FINGAL dwelt in windy halls,As mournful OSSIAN tells,Midst lofty Selma's shaded wallsHe spread the feast of shells.Each tuneful bard ...
DAUGHTER of Exercise and calm Content,By Temperance nourish'd in the shady vale,Where Dian's nymphs resort with bows unbent,To taste the ...
ON READING BURNS'S LETTERS TO THAT LADY. VALLESIA, whose illustrious blood,Deriv'd from chiefs of mighty name,Who long their country's barrier ...
IN vain my eye-lids seek reposeWhile midnight spreads her thickest gloom,My heart, a stranger to repose,Still bleeds o'er poor departed ...
YES , even amid these wilds forlorn,Where, shivering on the naked spray,The drooping songsters seem to mournThe languid sun's declining ...
HELEN , by every sympathy allied,By love of virtue and by love of song,Compassionate in youth, and beauty's pride,To thee ...
NOT IN THE MANNER, BUT IN THE SPIRIT OF COLLINS. Deep in yon bed of whispering reedsThy airy harp shall ...
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