The Frost-King – Song 1 (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Their titles a' arc empty show; Gie ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink, A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, A' ye wha live and never ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
OH, open the door, some pity to shew, Oh, open the door to me, oh, Tho' thou hast been false, ...
ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the ...
FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's ...
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourèd, enlighten'd few, Companions of my social joy; ...
FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! ...
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid luck hit you, And 'mang her favourites admit you: If e'er Detraction shore to smit ...
FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever ...
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
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