The Covenanter’s (Alexander Anderson Poems)
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
I was gaun to my supper richt hungert an' tired,A' day I'd been hard at the pleugh;The snaw wi' the ...
There on the quay sobbed Bones, A.B., And he took me by the hand.Says he to me, "I've quit the ...
Still I've the picture of him -- Flash Phil Galloway; In a shining dog-cart driving down the road;Spanking ponies dashing ...
Quem das finem, rex magne, dolorum?Where we went in the boat was a long bayA slingshot wide, walled in by ...
In good time, when I am ready, Wondrous schemes shall I unfold;But we must be cautious, steady, Cleaving to the ...
I stood in the heart of the city street,I felt the throb of her pulses beat,The thunder of life on ...
Not in our public parks, for private gain. This centuries-old precursor of all dramasThat lured babes in old Italy and ...
Air — "Widow, are ye waukin'."O stately stood the Baron's ha',His lady fair as ony;Her gracefu' mien was like a ...
The auld man had a girnin' wife,An' she was aye compleenin',For a' kin' o' orra thingsThe body aye was greenin'.It's ...
It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang,A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang—'My Minnie bad me ...
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
When I was young my heart and head were light, And I was gay and feckless as a colt Out ...
All erasure of pain is like the contrary of dust that weighs dark in my lungs when I am feckless ...
Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed, 'Tis he who's useless in the time of need; Who, asked to unclasp ...
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went on a lingerie tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, ...
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