Cousin Aggie: A Memory (Janet Hamilton Poems)
The seal of sixty summers now,Cousin Aggie, marks thy brow,If beneath Canadian skiesStill thou livest. Mayhap thou liesWithin the forest's ...
The seal of sixty summers now,Cousin Aggie, marks thy brow,If beneath Canadian skiesStill thou livest. Mayhap thou liesWithin the forest's ...
Fairy King."The breeze is on the Blue-bells,The wind is on the lea;Stay out! stay out! my little lad,And chase the ...
Bonny little Blue-bells Mid young brackens green,'Neath the hedgerows peeping Modestly between;Telling us that Summer Is not far away,When your beauties blend with Blossoms ...
When blood-root blooms and trillium flowers Unclasp their stars to sun and rain, My heart strikes hands with winds and showers And wanders ...
WilliamThe day is now dawning, love,Fled is the night--I go like the morning, love,Cheerful and bright.Then adieu, dearest Ellen:When evening ...
The snow-drops sword-like pierce the lagging snows, The Winter dies with blessings on the Spring, The violet sweet, which Love himself well ...
The poet cried, ' I am obsessed, * And out of joint I find the times ; Silent the Muse ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
There is a river clear and fair,'Tis neither broad nor narrow;It winds a little here and thereIt winds about like ...
We measured the riotous babyAgainst the cottage wall:A lily grew at the threshold,And the boy was just so tall;A royal ...
A lark lap up frae the daisied field, An', O, but his sang was sweet;His wee wings shook till the ...
I lay where the winds were seeking The nooks of the streams they love;The shadows were slowly shifting With the ...
The humble bee is hiding In the blossom's golden cells;He, and he only, can tell me Where the queen of ...
Where am I going? I don't quite know.Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-Up on the hill where the ...
"We're all for love," the violins said.—Sidney LanierDo I love you? Do I love you?Ask the heavens that bend above ...
AMID a crown of radiant hills,A little wood with blossoms rareBreathes sweetly, while the young lark trillsHis new learnt melody ...
AH! hills beloved!--where once, a happy child,Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,'I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,And ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Love! Love! Your tenderness, Your beautiful, watchful ways Grasp me, fold me, cover me; I lie in a kind of ...
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning's white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have ...
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