A Lamentation (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WHERE ancient broken wall encloses round,From tread of lawless feet, the hallowed ground,And sombre yews their dewy branches wave,O'er many ...
WHERE ancient broken wall encloses round,From tread of lawless feet, the hallowed ground,And sombre yews their dewy branches wave,O'er many ...
O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praiseOf life, and death, and immortality,--Of passion, that goes famished all her days,--Of Faith, or ...
MOONBEAM, come in! Thou art a welcome guest. 'Tis long since I have seen thy silver flame. Although I left the casement ...
Alack! ah who could the ill Christian beThat stole my pot away,My pot of basil of Salern, from me?'Twas thriv'n ...
1'Up, down, good, bad,' saidthe man with the tubesup his nose, ' there's lotsof variety.However, notionsof balance betweenextremes of fortuneare ...
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons, Ere yet his last he breathed,To the merry monks of Croyland His drinking-horn bequeathed,--That, whenever they ...
Listen, my children, and you shall hearThe midnight activities of Whats-his Name,Scarcely a general now known to fameCan tell you ...
The door is open,the cricket is singing.Are you going around nakedin the fields? Like an immortal water,going in and out of ...
Scene I"Discontent"LAURENCE RABY.Laurence:I said to young Allan M'Ilveray, Beside the swift swirls of the North,When, in lilac shot through with ...
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:To the stern call still ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
THE sobbings of the ocean wavesWere all the notes that Basil knew;He lov'd them since his ear could dwellWith gladness ...
A gambler born was young BasilHis finances were all of a latherA wayward boy, but his mother's joyAnd likewise, the ...
(In the south of Italy the peasants put out the eyes of a captured quailso that its cries may attract ...
This spring the world is new and different;More lively is the sparrows' riot.I do not even try expressing it,How full ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
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