A Scotch Song (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THE gowan glitters on the sward,The lavrock's in the sky,And collie on my plaid keeps ward,And time is passing by.Oh ...
THE gowan glitters on the sward,The lavrock's in the sky,And collie on my plaid keeps ward,And time is passing by.Oh ...
A card table in the library stands readyTo receive the puzzle which keeps never coming.Daylight shines in or lamplight downUpon ...
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out Around the hut of Culgo Jim: The hand of God ...
Let wrapt musicians strike the lyre, While plaudits shake the vaulted fane; Let warriors rush through flood ...
I Love the ancient boundary-fence, That mouldering chock-and-log.When I go ride the boundary I let the old horse ...
What ancestors uniteHere in this red and whiteKelpie to defineHis symmetry of line,As crouched in burning dustHe halts both Time ...
Oh, Jenny, she is fair an' braw, An' Daisy fu' o' lovin' wiles;Then Mary has a broo o' snaw, An' ...
Complete abandon unbridled joy the collie running as fast as its legs would go oblivious to the world around people ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee, For though the porridge pot was full A ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot, There's five-and-thirty shearers here a-shearing for the loot, So ...
Here in my mountain home, On rugged hills and steep, I sit and watch you come, O Riverinia Sheep! You ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
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