Grannie Visited At Blackhill, Shotts, July, 1805 (Janet Hamilton Poems)
It's fifty towmonds since, an' mair, Wi' lichtsome fit an' richt guid-wull,Ae simmer day I teuk the gate Oot ower the muirs ...
It's fifty towmonds since, an' mair, Wi' lichtsome fit an' richt guid-wull,Ae simmer day I teuk the gate Oot ower the muirs ...
Thou askest, fair daughter of theisles! whose memory is preservedin these tombs? The memory of Ronnanthe bold, and Connan the ...
A dark fir-wud hings ower the burn,That wannerin' jinks roun' monny a turn,Far doon oot through the lanely dell,By whilk ...
My aul' neebour Johnnie had lang been awa',Twa towmonds an' mair I kent naething avaO' what he was daein', or ...
Auld Scotlan' gangs yirmin an' chanerin' alane;She wunners whaur a' her trig lassocks ha'e gane;She's trampit the kintra, an' socht ...
It's the way o' the Warl' when yer troubles are sair,An' yer doon i' the dirt, aye tae tramp ye ...
At The Beginning of The Ceevil War in AmericaFrien' Jonathan, tak' gude advice, an' fast as eer ye dow,Fling doon ...
the childrens replaysetting the house on firethe house that is not setbut setting stillas they say downthe Gospel Road smokingstalks ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
TO MISS GRACE KINGDown in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way ...
MOUNTAINS blanket-wrappedRound a white hearth of desert--While the sun goes roundAnd round and round the desert,The mountains never get up ...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of ...
Ah me! full sorely doth it rend my heart, O! Pessimus, my veteran friend, to view Thy time--worn front, and ...
Tigers Know From BirthMy bones predict the striking hour of thunderAnd water as I huddle under________The tree the lightning rendersI'm ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second And to the hollow minute of the womb, From ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, Time at the city spectacles, ...
In the taxi alone, home from the airport, I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept creeping over ...
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