British Georgics. September (James Grahame Poems)
Clear is the sky, and temperate the air,That, scarcely stirring, wafts, with gentlest breath,The gossamer light glittering in the sun.And ...
Clear is the sky, and temperate the air,That, scarcely stirring, wafts, with gentlest breath,The gossamer light glittering in the sun.And ...
ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPEThe pipe came safe, and welcome too,As anything must be from you;A meerschaum pure, ...
Of specious weight like tissue freight The snowflakes are--in sparkle pure As the rich _parure_ A lovely queen were proud to wear; As volatile, ...
WHEN I have finished with this episode,Left the hard, uphill road,And gone weird ways to seek another load, Oh, friends, regret ...
To Thomas HempsteadThy lay—a sweet sung bridal hymn,Wedding the Old year to the New,'Mid starry buds, and silver dew,And brooks, ...
"SAY, in a hut of mean estate A light just glimmers and then is gone, Nature is seen to ...
To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
When in from Delos came the gold That held the dream of Pericles, When first Athenian ears were told The ...
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