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 ...
Down the dim West slow fails the stricken sun,And from his hot face fades the crimson flushVeiled in death's herald-shadows ...
A bending staff I would not break,A feeble faith I would not shake,Nor even rashly pluck awayThe error which some ...
"Scotland, the land of all I love, The land of all that love me;Land whose green sod my youth hath trod, Whose ...
Had fallen a fragrant shower; The leaves were dripping yet; Each fern and rain-weighed flower Around were gleaming wet; On ev'ry bosky bower A million ...
They lean their faces to me through Green windows of the woods;Their white throats sweet with honey-dew Beneath low leafy hoods--No dream ...
Musing on the fate of Daphne,Many feelings urged my breast,For the God so keen desiring,And the Nymph so deep distrest.Never ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
November came that day, And all the air was gray With delicate mists, blown down ...
A galaxy of glances bright, A sweet bouquet of smiles, A crucible of melting words Bewitched me with their wiles! ...
Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro' the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me, ...
Oh, for the honest, blithesome times Of bosky Sherwood long ago, When Allen trolled ...
I'm only a boy, but before me lie Life's paths untrod, and a sunny sky Bends o'er the paths, and ...
Once more, once more into the sunny fields Oh, let me stray! And drink the joy that young ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Where sunshine flecks the green, Through towering woods my way Goes winding all the day. Scant are the flowers that ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray That o'er the general leafage boldly grew, He summ'd the woods in song; ...
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