British Georgics. November (James Grahame Poems)
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.Should you the various arms ...
I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;Where some remains of innocence appear,Where ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
DEDICATED TO THE STAY-AT-HOME RANGERSNow, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,Each at his post to do all that he ...
I will row my boat on Muckross Lake when the grey of the dove Comes down at the end of the ...
The jaunty crop-haired grayingWomen in grocery stores,Their clothes boyish and neat,New mittens or clean sneakers,Clean hands, hips not bad still,Buying ...
From "A Sicilian Idyl"Weave the dance. and raise again the sacred chorus;Wreathe the garlands of the spring about the hair;Now ...
At the meeting of the New York Harvard Club,February 21, 1878."CHRISTO ET ECCLESLE." 1700To GOD'S ANOINTED AND HIS CHOSEN FLOCKSo ...
Behold! a giant am I! Aloft here in my tower, With my granite jaws I devourThe maize, and the wheat, and the ...
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
BRUADAR and Smith and Glinn, Amen, dear God, I pray, May they lie low in waves of woe, ...
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
Bruadar and Smith and Glinn Amen, dear God, I pray, May they lie ...
"WHEREFORE these revels that my dull eyes greet? These dancers, dancing at my fleshless feet; The harpers, harping vainly at ...
The peace of a wandering sky, Silence, only the cry Of the crickets, suddenly Still, A bee on the window-sill, ...
I This is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: ...
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
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