British Georgics. June (James Grahame Poems)
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
BUZZING, buzzing, buzzing, my golden-belted bees:My little son was seven years old-the mint-flower touched his knees; Yellow were his curly locks; Yellow ...
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
Oh! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art,With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!By thousands sought, Clotilda, ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
This is another kind of sweetnessShaped like a bee-hive:This is the hive the bees have leftsIt is from this clover-heapThey ...
When th' dawn is jest a-breakin',An' th' runnin' lights are dim,An' th' risin' sun is makin'Streaks scross th' ocean's rim;When ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
"Do I hear them? Yes, I hear the children singing-and what of it? Have you come with eyes afire to ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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