British Georgics. January (James Grahame Poems)
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
Intense the viewless flood of heat descendsOn hill, and dale, and wood, and tangled brake,Where, to the chirping grasshopper, the ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
A LEGEND OF THE MOHAWK. Where the waters of the Mohawk Through a quiet valley glide, From the brown church to her dwelling She ...
ARGUMENT.ADDRESS to the Shade of Guttemberg--State of man before the Invention of Letters--Efforts of Ambition to perpetuate his fame--Birth of ...
Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And Corydon the ...
MELIBOEUS, CORYDON, THYRSISDaphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And ...
One of a hundred little rills-Born in the hills,Nourished with dews by the earth, and with tears by the sky,Sang-"Who ...
PRAISE for thy God, O Zion, waits,Zion, within thy temple-gates;To thee, O thou that hearest prayer,All tribes shall come and ...
A WOUNDED warrior knelt apart, On the battle-field knelt he;There was anguish in his iron heart, And tears bedimm'd his ee.And wept ...
Spirit that moves the sap in spring,When lusty male birds fight and sing,Inform my words, and make my linesAs sweet ...
A lifeless solitude--an angry waste,Searing our alien eyes with horrors bare;No fertilizing cloud--no genial airTo mitigate its savageness of breast;The ...
THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.That all men would be cowards if they dare,Some men we know have ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
OFT did a wat'ry grave awaitThe sailor in Messina's strait;Oft did the pilot seek in vainHis post of peril to ...
When comes the beauteous summer time, And grass grows green once more,And sparkling brooks the meadows lave With fertilizing power;--And ...
What would be said, if we were to close; who would know, who would care? What is our niche, our ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
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