Mac Duff’s Cross (Joanna Baillie Poems)
MAC DUFF'S CROSS,A DRAMA.PRELUDE.NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,And say that still there lurks amongst our ...
MAC DUFF'S CROSS,A DRAMA.PRELUDE.NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,And say that still there lurks amongst our ...
GLOOMY and still was the broad solemn deep,Whose rolling tides for twice a hundred years,Had lashed the rugged walls of ...
Part I."The wild winds bellow o'er my head,And spent eve's fading light;Where shall I find some friendly shedTo screen me ...
AND can his antiquarian eyes,My Anglo-Saxon C despise?And does Lord Harcourt, day by day,Regret th' extinct initial K?And still, with ...
THOU pleasant noble Bard of fame far spread,Now art thou gathered to the mighty dead,And the dark coffin and the ...
YES ,--whilst my sight is yet allow'd to restOn those dear features, (which it calms my breastTo look upon, and, ...
THE fires blazed bright till deep midnight,And the guests sat in the hall,And the Lord of the feast, Lord John ...
WHILE fogs along the Thames' damp margin creep,And cold winds through his leafless willows sweep;And fairy elves, whose summer sport ...
WHEN ev'ning listen'd to the dipping oar,Forgetting the loud city's ceaseless roar,By the green banks, where Thames, with conscious pride,Reflects ...
SOLE partner of my heart! remov'd from all,Here on the lonely shore to thee I call;The waves which raise their ...
HAST thou well my counsels weigh'd,Shew me not that gay cockade;--I have watch'd thy tender years,With a mother's hopes and ...
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