Euroclydon (Henry Kendall Poems)
On the storm-cloven Cape The bitter waves roll, With the bergs of the Pole,And the darks and the damps of the Northern ...
On the storm-cloven Cape The bitter waves roll, With the bergs of the Pole,And the darks and the damps of the Northern ...
I heeard a funny tale last neet,I couldn't howd frae laughin' ;'Twere at t' Bull's Head we chonced to meet,An' ...
'Twere getting dusk, one winter's night,When up the clough there came in sight,A lad who carried through the snow,A banner ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
The clouded hill attend thou still,And him that went within.A. CloughNot so indeed shall be our creed,— The Man whom ...
I know a clough where nightlyMy spirit goes in dream,Where wind-bent trees grow scantlyBeside a brawling stream,And there, by gorse ...
I rose up one bright winter's morning:My heart was as heavy as lead;I thought to go mope in the garden,But ...
GEORGE AUGUSTUS CLOUGH A NATIVE OF LIVERPOOL, DIED SUDDENLY OF "STRANGER'S FEVER" NOV'R 5th 1843 AGED 22 He died of ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
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