Suggested By The Singing Of A Bird Early In March, 1868 (David John Scott Poems)
Sing on, sweet feathered warbler, sing!Mount higher on thy joyous wing,And let thy morning anthem ringFull on my ear;Thou art ...
Sing on, sweet feathered warbler, sing!Mount higher on thy joyous wing,And let thy morning anthem ringFull on my ear;Thou art ...
(Inspired by the shameless styles in hair.)Ah, Myrtilla mine, you said-- And your tone was earnest, very--You would never deck ...
CrowI detest the Carrion Crow!(He's a raven, don't you know?) He's a greedy glutton, also, and a ghoul,And his sanctimonious ...
Song of the Love Nights of Laos.Seeing that I adore you,Scarf of golden flowers,Why do you stay unmarried?As the liana ...
Boy, I detest the Persian pomp; I hate those linden-bark devices;And as for roses, holy Moses! They can't be got ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
Let us quarrel for these reasons: You detest the salt which seasons My speech . . . and all my ...
Sincerity professed, and grace tried; or, The heart-searching God. My God, what inward grief I feel When impious men transgress ...
for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
I ASK good things that I detest, With speeches fair; Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast, But hear ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Most of the time he worked, a sort of sleep with a purpose, so far as I could tell. How ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Aug. 12. 1653. Jehovah to my words give ear My meditation waigh The voyce of my complaining hear My King ...
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