The Pariah (James Edwin Campbell Poems)
Owned her father all the fact'ries Which their black'ning smoke sent up,Miles and miles all 'round the country, From the town by ...
Owned her father all the fact'ries Which their black'ning smoke sent up,Miles and miles all 'round the country, From the town by ...
Stream of my fathers! sweetly stillThe sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,Wave, wood, and spire beneath ...
ROLY POLY'S just awakened,Wakened in his cosy bed,All his dainty ringlets tumbledO'er his shoulders, and his head:Roly Poly's cheeks are ...
In stature the Manlet was dwarfishNo burly, big Blunderbore he;And he wearily gazed on the crawfishHis Wifelet had dressed for ...
STURDY little form, of trueSaxon pattern, through and through;Face as purely Saxon, too,With a smile demure and sly,Dimpled cheek and ...
These little window dwellers, in cottages and halls, were alwaysentertaining to me; after dancing in the window all day from ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying statesOf good and ill his mind accommodates;He not alone progressive grief sustains,But soon ...
IHe sat with his foolish mouth agape at the golden glare of the sea,And his wizened ...
Thou damn'd antipodes to common sense! Thou foil to Flecknoe! Prithee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
Thou damn'd antipodes to common-sense, Thou foil to Flecknoe, pr'ythee tell from whence Does all this mighty stock of ...
The lone winds creep with a snakish hissAmong the dwarfish bushes,And with deep sighing sadly kissThe wild brook's border rushes;The ...
In the land of Tao-chouMany of the people are dwarfs;The tallest of them never grow to more than three feet.They ...
BLACK in the midnight lies the City vast.Its dim horizon from my window highI see shut in beneath a misty ...
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
Welcome, thrice welcome, to the city of Dundee, The great African explorer Henry M Stanley, Who went out to Africa ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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