British Georgics. May (James Grahame Poems)
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine ...
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine ...
Poor Tray charmant!Poor Tray de mon Ami!-- Dog-bury, and Vergers.Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,Now his fleeting ...
NATHANIEL.Father! here father! I have found a horse-shoe!Faith it was just in time, for t'other nightI laid two straws across ...
Hobnelia.Hobnelia, seated in a dreary vale,In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale,Her piteous tale the wind in sighs bemoan,And pining ...
WOMAN.Sir for the love of God some small reliefTo a poor woman!TRAVELLER.Whither are you bound?'Tis a late hour to travel ...
Sylvan Muses, can ye singOf the beauty of the Spring?Have ye seen on earth that sunThat a heavenly course hath ...
Down the sultry arc of dayThe burning wheels have urged their way;And eve along the western skiesSheds her intermingling dyes.Down ...
In winter time one steadfast hope I had:When rains should cease to fall,And earth resummoned allHer blossom-quests, I should again ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
Coe, Berry-brown! Hie, Thistledown!Make haste; the milking-time is come!The bells are ringing in the town,Tho' all the green hillside is ...
(_To the Night-Riders Who Murdered Hedges_) Honor to men Who leave their homes And children safe asleep, To take ...
It is the skylark come. For shame!Robert-a-Cockney is thy name:Robert-a-Field would surely knowThat skylarks, bless them, never go!* * *Love ...
White are the far-off plains, and whiteThe fading forests grow;The wind dies out along the height,And denser still the snow,A ...
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill, Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill, To sing ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
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