O Bride! Speak To Me (James Avis Bartley Poems)
O Birdie! speak to me, Speak from thy silent grave;It doth not roll o'er thee, Death's dark and Stygian wave!Sweet! speak, I'm ...
O Birdie! speak to me, Speak from thy silent grave;It doth not roll o'er thee, Death's dark and Stygian wave!Sweet! speak, I'm ...
A Birdie cocked his little head,Winked his eye at me and said,"Say, are you a Pussy Willer,Or just a Kitty-Catty ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child—One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
The Man says:Laverock i' the lift,Hae ye nae sang-thrift,'At ye scatter 't sae heigh, and lat it a' drift?Wasterfu laverock!Dinna ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE)When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day,The fair Winfreda bode at ...
SMALL wren, mute pecking at the last red plum Or twittering idly at the yellowing boughs Fruit-emptied, over thy forsaken ...
SING away, ay, sing away, Merry little bird, Always gayest of the gay, Though a woodland roundelay You ne'er sung ...
Air — "Cawdor Fair."Bonnie ran the burnie doon,Wand'rin' and windin';Sweetly sang the birds aboon,Care never mindin'.The gentle simmer windWas their ...
O say, is there ane wha does nae rejoice,To hear the first note o' the wee birdie's voice;When in the ...
When Milton sang "O nightingale That on yon gloomy spray,"The sonneteer whom we revere Lauded that birdie's lay.While Keats's ode ...
What gars ye sing sae, birdie,As gien ye war lord o' the lift?On breid ye're an unco sma' lairdie,But in ...
1.Sleep, my honey, dreaming time is here,Fancy in her barge is drifting near,In the slumb'ring pine the birdie singsTo the ...
A sweet-voiced bird's been caught.They squeeze it in a vice-like grip.The poor thing squeaks and warbles notBut they insist: "O, ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
O LEEZE me on my spinnin' wheel, And leeze me on my rock and reel; Frae tap to tae that ...
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature ...
What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships ...
In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things: I gladly free a little birdie At ...
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