Cathloda – Duan II (James Macpherson Poems)
Fingal, returning with day, devolves the command on Duth-maruno, who engages the enemy, and drives them over the stream of ...
Fingal, returning with day, devolves the command on Duth-maruno, who engages the enemy, and drives them over the stream of ...
She sat in the cottage door, and the fair June moon looked down On a face as pure as its own, ...
To have lived, to have loved, to have triumphed!--what more can the world bestow?I stand at the close of the conflict, ...
Vex not thou the banker's mind(His what?) with a show of sense,Vex it not, Willie, his mind,Or pierce its pretenceOn ...
Three sons arrived to see their old mother,three brothers, but strangers to one another.The first was for the poor,the second ...
Before the wide-mouthed hearth I sit, While rudely roars the wind outdoor;Upon the walls strange shadows flit Or dervish-like dance on the ...
The pale moon shining from a pallid skyLit half the street, and over half she laidHer folded mantle; through the ...
"IF I LOSE THEE, I AM LOST."ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND.(Written in her fifteenth year.)Wafted o'er a treacherous seaFar from home, ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
When the frost-king clothed the forests In a flood of gorgeous dyes, Death called little dark-browed Martha ...
When the frost-king clothed the forests In a flood of gorgeous dyes, Death called little dark-browed Martha ...
O the chatter, chatter, chatter, Of the things that do not matter. Little wordy things that clatter, Restless feet that ...
He lifted up his pleading eyes, And scanned each cruel face, Where cold and brutal cowardice Had left its evil ...
I.The dreary wind of night is out,Homeless and wandering slow;O'er pale seas moaning like a doubt,It breathes, but will not ...
Arise, and call her blessed,—seventy years!Each one a tongue to speak for her, who needsNo poor device of ours to ...
Grandma, he said, must be lonesome,And mamma has gone to her.But the question lies unansweredIn our little Jamie's mind,Why she ...
A rock, for ages, stern and high, Stood frowning 'gainst the earth and sky, And never bowed his haughty crest ...
Untrodden, drear, and lone, Stretched many a league away,Beneath a burning, noonday sun, The Syrian desert lay.The scorching rays that ...
From a far minaret of faithful cloudA wraith-muezzin of the sunset criedOver the sea that swung with sultan pride,"Allah is ...
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