British Georgics. April (James Grahame Poems)
Through boughs still leafless, or through foliage thin,The sloping primrose-bed lies fair exposed,Begemmed with simple flowers, gladdening the sight.Hail! month ...
Through boughs still leafless, or through foliage thin,The sloping primrose-bed lies fair exposed,Begemmed with simple flowers, gladdening the sight.Hail! month ...
Though oft in Britain's Isle the breathing bustTo fame consign the patriot-hero's dust,And conquerors waked to mimic life againIn imaged ...
Like music heard in mellow chime, The charm of her transforming time Upon my senses steals As softly as from sunny walls, In day's ...
The smile of God was in the air;Enwreathed in veils of silvery hue,The valley lay, divinely fair,Beneath a cloudless vault ...
HERE let me pause by the lone eagle's nest,And breathe the ...
ALONG the woods the whispering night-airs swoon,A single bird-note dies adown the trees,Clear, pallid, mournful, droops the summer moon,Dipped in ...
Beside my garden's ivied wall,Enwreathed in vines of gold and green,I stand, as evening shadows fall,And marvel at the matchless ...
Daughter of Col. SAMUEL and Mrs. ELIZABETH COLT, died January 20th,1862, aged 7 months and 27 days.THE MOURNING MOTHER.A tomb ...
If sympathy can soften a mourner's poignant woe,And stay the bitter tear drops that from her sad eyes flow,Then take ...
The crag-pent breezes sob and moan where hidden waters glide;And twilight wanders round the earth with slow and shadowy stride.The ...
THE mockery of thy lips adored,Thy lovely languid headEnwreathed with poppies redIs my loadstone:Because thou art cruel, therefore be my ...
Not for the victor brows with bays enwreathed,Not for those souls once fed with eager fireWho reached their heart's desire;But ...
Beneath the moon, before the steps, all cherry blossom has fallen,Enwreathed in smoke, she looks sorrowful lying in bed.She feels ...
ONE morn, when Twilight, matron grey,Hung fondly yet o'er infant Day,Sudden, with tempered radiance bright,Throughout the Hall a rosy lightBeams ...
The light of morning now begins to thrillUpon the purple mountains, and the grayMist-robed old pines. Brightly upon the stillDeep ...
First Entry - 1832.WITH eager hand I ope' the book,And on a smooth, white series look,Of shrines for thoughts of ...
A cottage small be mine, with porch Enwreathed with ivy green,And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells, 'Mid brown old wattles ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There ...
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