Malcolm’s Heir (Joanna Baillie Poems)
O, go not by Dunorloch's wallsWhen the moon is in the wane,And cross not o'er Dunorloch's bridge,The farther bank to ...
O, go not by Dunorloch's wallsWhen the moon is in the wane,And cross not o'er Dunorloch's bridge,The farther bank to ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
Say prickly pears had roots which found out water,had branches bursting out in sulphur flame.Wanderers traipsing from a cracked sierramunched ...
The dayseye hugging the earthin August, ha! Spring isgone down in purple,weeds stand high in the corn,the rainbeaten furrowis clotted ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never shall we grow old. Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
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