British Georgics. December (James Grahame Poems)
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
The feathery foliage has broadened its leaves, And June, with its beautiful mornings and eves, Its magical atmosphere, breezes and blooms, Its woods ...
Intense the viewless flood of heat descendsOn hill, and dale, and wood, and tangled brake,Where, to the chirping grasshopper, the ...
1A sudden bliss has seized my mind,And to a mountain peak it carries meUp where the wind's forgotten how to ...
There are who triumph in a losing cause,Who can put on defeat, as 'twere a wreathUnwithering in the adverse popular ...
Here ends at last the Inland Sea!Still seems its outlet, as of yore,The anteroom of Mystery,As, through its westward-facing door,I ...
IThen up the orient heights to the zenith, that balanced the crescent,--Up and far up and over,--the heaven grew erubescent,Vibrant ...
On the great sea-marsh where the eddies stray,The mower strikes ere yet the dew is fled.The salt-hay falls before his ...
A speck went blowing up against the skyAs little as a leaf: then it drew nearAnd broadened. -- ' It's ...
What have I gained by the toil of the trail?I know and know well.I have found once again the lore ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
Fair Mother Earth lay on her back last night, To gaze her fill on Autumn's sunset skies, When at a ...
I stood upon yon Bridge, 'neath whichThe murmuring Foyle so nobly flows.The winter made the sunset richWith brass that in ...
I chanced upon an early walk to spyA troop of children through an orchard gate:The boughs hung low, the grass ...
A GLEAM — a gleam — from Ida's height, By the Fire-god sent, it came; From watch to watch it ...
Was it a lie that they told me,Was it a pitiless hoax?A sop for my soul and its longingOnly to ...
AND some still cry: "What is the use? The service rendered? What the gain? Heroic, yes! -- but in what ...
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air, Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile, Come to me ...
I Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand I saw a Banner in gladsome air- Starry, like Berenice's Hair- ...
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