British Georgics. July (James Grahame Poems)
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
Babels of blocks to the high heavens toweringFlames of futility swirling below;Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering,Lanterns that shudder ...
a death's headfrom which falls awaya black soutane,he conducts meand the three withered nunsfrom Pamplonathrough his catacomb of horrors.Complete with ...
Here I am with my mother, hanging under the molt of years, in a garden of umbrellas and rubber boots, ...
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -- ...
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- Or Dome of Worm -- Or Porch of Gnome -- Or some ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
"The trumpet is a brilliant instrument." - Dietrich Buxtehude Come and come forth and come up from the cup of ...
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