Dunbar (Joseph Horatio Chant Poems)
Up to Dunbar our Cromwell went,Not to invade was his intent;But they who first King Charles soldNow turn their backs ...
Up to Dunbar our Cromwell went,Not to invade was his intent;But they who first King Charles soldNow turn their backs ...
ITHE LAST CUP OF CANARYSo, the powder's low, and the larder's clean, And surrender drapes, with its black impending,All the stage ...
Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?To you no thyng it dyde ...
Gloomy cliffs, so worn and wasted with the washing of the waves,Are ye not like giant tombstones round those lonely ...
Oh, Poet of our Race,We reverence thy nameAs thy hist'ry we retrace,Which enfolds ...
He came, a youth, singing in the dawn Of a new freedom, glowing o'er his lyre, Refining, as with great Apollo's fire, His ...
Dunbar is dead! O Grief, thy cloud of gloomHangs o'er his race! They sorely needed him,That he should pass from ...
DIED--Early morning of September 5, 1876, andin the gleaming dawn of "name and fame,"Hamilton J. Dunbar.Dead! Dead! Dead! We thought him ours alone;And ...
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloudNot of war only, but detractions rude,Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,To ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
AN IMPARTIAL HISTORY of the RISE, PROGRESS, AND EXTINCTION of the late REBELLION In Britain, in the Years 1745 and ...
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
'Tis twilight dim; the musing dreamer sitsBefore his hearth, the sunset on his brow,And thus he ponders ere the birth ...
Full many lift and singTheir sweet imagining;Not yet the Lyric Seer,The one bard of the throng,With highest gift of song,Breaks ...
IBring me southern cypress,Bring me weeping willow,Let me mourn for Dunbar -Bard of happiness.IINever shall a singing,Of old passions clinging,Come ...
AS 1 I cam by Crochallan, I cannilie keekit ben; Rattlin', roarin' Willie Was sittin at yon boord-en'; Sittin at ...
O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Wilt thou ...
O, wilt thou go wi' me, Sweet Tibbie Dunbar? O, wilt thou go wi' me, Sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Wilt thou ...
Sir Robert the Bruce at Bannockburn Beat the English in every wheel and turn, And made them fly in great ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
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