William Forster (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The years are many since his handWas laid upon my head,Too weak and young to understandThe serious words he said.Yet ...
The years are many since his handWas laid upon my head,Too weak and young to understandThe serious words he said.Yet ...
I wadna bid ye welcome hereIn Southern phrase; I wadna speirWhat was the erran' brocht ye here;But soul, and heart, ...
"Let there be light!" God spake of old,And over chaos dark and cold,And through the dead and formless frameOf nature, ...
I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,While I was ...
I ken'd Maggie weel ere she grew to a wife,An' smiled in the sunshine o' a' its sweet life;But, wae's ...
Should I portray thee merely as I can, In my conceit belittling all thy worth With the dry bareness of ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
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