British Georgics. July (James Grahame Poems)
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
EDINA'S cloud-cap'd hills and spires,With castle-rocks, and cannon's roar,These fortresses which guard your coast,Encompass'd by the sea-girt shore.Your public domes ...
In the hush of the Sabbath evening,The people were wending their way,To worship in God's own temple,Where so often, they ...
Silence is the voice of mighty things.In silence dropped the acorn in the rain;In silence slept till sun-touched. Wondrous lifePeeped ...
Fair from his hand behold the village rise,In rural pride, 'mong intermingled trees!Above whose aged tops the joyful swains,At even-tide, ...
"I love to gaze at even-tide."I.I love to gaze at even-tideUpon the still and mighty deep,And see the sun's reflecting ...
I love not yon gay, painted flower, Of bold and coarsely blended dye, But one, whose nicely varied power May long detain the ...
My soul is sad--oh! dark to-night, 'Tis wrapt in midnight's gloom;Wild minstrel! seize thy harp and sing, As o'er the victor tomb.For ...
I shall hate youLike a dart of singing steelShot through still airAt even-tide,Or solemnlyAs pines are soberWhen they stand etchedAgainst ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
A MasqueJAMES ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON: ANN WHITFIELD GREGORY: Married April 7, 1853. Annus Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-three. Annus Eighteen Hundred and ...
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globeDarkness had spread her pitchy robe:Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,Treading as if ...
We'll think on thee, when Spring's fresh galeBreathes softly o'er the violets' bed -We'll think on thee, when Autumn paleWaves ...
Deare friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad:And in my faintings I presume your loveWill more complie, then ...
"SUMMER Winds, whispering over the rye,Kissing the roses and hurrying by,Where have ye latest been, 0 where?Merrily tangling my maiden's ...
CLOSE in the hedge a Violet bloom'd Upon its native stem,Deck'd with a dewy drop more bright Than ...
I.IN old Shuil Donald's cottage there are many voices weeping, And stifled sobs, and murmurings of sorrow wild and vain, ...
Long the sun hath gone to rest,Dimm'd is now the deep'ning west;And the sky hath lost the hueThat the rich ...
We love but once. The great gold orb of lightFrom dawn to even-tide doth cast his ray;But the full splendor ...
"Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot's meeds, Am now ...
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