British Georgics. November (James Grahame Poems)
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
Here on this jutting headland, where the trees Spread a dusk carpet for the sun to cast And count his golden guineas ...
As it has for so longcome wind and all weatherthe house glimmers amongthe mists of a littleriver that splinters, itseems, ...
Batholomew Benjamin BuntingHad only three passions in life,And one of the trio was hunting,The others his babe and his wife.And ...
Water: no matter how much, there is still not enough.Cunning life keeps asking for more and then a drop more.Our ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the waysWhich people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--The ...
APOEM,WRITTEN ON THAT COAST, AND ADDRESSED TO ITS PROPRIETOR,SIR JOHN STANLEY. THEE, STANLEY , thee, our gladden'd spirit hails,Since Life's ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of ...
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