British Georgics. January (James Grahame Poems)
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle ...
SPIRIT 'I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met ...
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 ...
Andrew Rykman's dead and gone;You can see his leaning slateIn the graveyard, and thereonRead his name and date.Trust is truer ...
THE fires blazed bright till deep midnight,And the guests sat in the hall,And the Lord of the feast, Lord John ...
ACROSS the Stony Mountains, o'er the desert's drouth and sand,The circles of our empire touch the western ocean's strand;From slumberous ...
Stream of my fathers! sweetly stillThe sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,Wave, wood, and spire beneath ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
One night in my room, still and beamless, With will and with thought in eclipse, I rested in sleep that was dreamless; When ...
To the Right Honourable JOHN Earl of Radnor.Per varios casus per tot discrimina rerumTendimus ——— VirgilThis Essay was wrote soon ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
"AND what is life? A fleeting shade, A cheerless, beamless, frozen glade, A span too short for joy to smile, ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
The fitful alternations of the rain, When the chill wind, languid as with pain Of its own heavy moisture, here ...
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