Ballad of The Monkland Cottar (Janet Hamilton Poems)
It's no a tale o' luve I sing, Nor ane o' war an' glory:It's juist a lay o' Scottish life— A guid ...
It's no a tale o' luve I sing, Nor ane o' war an' glory:It's juist a lay o' Scottish life— A guid ...
SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day10 In silent horror o'er the desert-wasteThe driver Hassan with his camels passed.One cruse of water ...
Now may it please my lord, Louis the king, Lily of Christ and France! riding his quest,I, Bishop Ivo, saw a ...
Though Jericho pleasantly stood,And looked like a promising soil;The harvest produced little food,To answer the husbandman's toil.The water some property ...
Heaven save ye, gallants, and this hopeful age!Y' are welcome to the downfall of the stage.The fools have laboured long ...
Over the rocks she trails her locks,Her mossy locks that drip, drip, drip:Her sparkling eyes smile at the skiesIn friendship-wise ...
How could I know, how could I guessThat here was your great happiness--In mine? And how could I knowYour love ...
By the poor widow's oil and mealElijah was sustained;Though small the stock it lasted well,For God the store maintained.It seemed ...
YES, doubting Christian, stand and seeThe energy divineOf him who once in GalileeTurned water into wine.Do all thy friends forsake ...
Love stole in to a fair child dreaming 'Mid birds and butterflies- He kissed her innocent eyes. He held his ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
THE SUNNY rounds of Earth contain An obverse to its Day, Our fertile Vagrancy's domain, Wan Proletaria. From pole to ...
I wonder, Darling, if there does not wear Something from love with love's so daily use; If in the sweetness ...
By thy own truth, Beloved, I am true! I swear by that in which I most believe; Explore thy heart; ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
When Hagar found the bottle spent And wept o'er Ishmael, A message from the Lord was sent To guide her ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Wearing worry about money like a hair shirt I lie down in my bed and wrestle with my angel. My ...
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