British Georgics. March (James Grahame Poems)
Raised by the coming plough, the merry larkUpsprings, and, soaring, joins the high-poised choirsThat carol far and near, in spiral ...
Raised by the coming plough, the merry larkUpsprings, and, soaring, joins the high-poised choirsThat carol far and near, in spiral ...
Saw'st thou that light? exclaim'd the youth, and paused:Through yon dark firs it glanced, and on the streamThat skirts the ...
IN dark wild woods, where the lone owl broods And the dingoes nightly yell- Where the curlew's cry goes floating ...
(For Fr. C. L. O'Donnell)The interlacing treesArise in Gothic traceries,As if a vast cathedral deep and dim;And through the solemn ...
How soothing sound the gentle airs that moveThe innumerable leaves, high overhead,When autumn first, from the long avenue,That lifts its ...
Now that each feather'd Chorister doth singThe glad approches of the welcome Spring:Now Phobus darts forth his more early beam,And ...
Go into the woodlandif you seek peace of mind--As this time when Nature's moodis gentle, quiet and kind,When soft winds ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
Let us stay here: nor ever more depart From this sweet wilderness Nature and Art Have made, not ...
Shyly expectant, gazing up at Her,They linger, Gaul and Briton, side by side: Death they know well, for daily have ...
The little angels listen by the door Of heaven, but they cannot hear the lark:"Where is our chorister," they ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —I keep it, staying at Home —With a Bobolink for a Chorister —And ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be With leaves and moss-work for to cover me; And while the ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. ...
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