An Onset (James Clerk Maxwell Poems)
Hallo ye, my fellows! arise and advance,See the white-crested waves how they stamp and they dance!High over the reef there ...
Hallo ye, my fellows! arise and advance,See the white-crested waves how they stamp and they dance!High over the reef there ...
'TWAS on a happy Fourth of June, When fields and flowers bloom gay;A social, friendly circle met To celebrate the day.The blazing ...
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in ...
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in the ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the ...
'Tis an eerie thing o'er the moor to fare When the eddies of peat-smoke justle, When the wraiths of ...
I.On thy couch of cloud reclined, Wake, O soft and sacred Wind! Soft and sacred will we name thee, Whosoe'er ...
HOW soon the verdant months are past!The branches bend with snow,And keenly beats the chilling blastOn bleak November's brow.Thus fleeting ...
When you come in, it seems a brighter fireCrackles upon the hearth invitingly,The household routine which was wont to tire ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Like a reminder of this life of trams, sun, sparrows, and the flighty uncontrolledness of streams leaping like thermometers, and ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
I have not brought my Odyssey With me here across the sea; But you'll remember, when I say How, when ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
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