Dear Friends And Neighbors (David John Scott Poems)
Dear friends and neighbors, one and all,I'm pleased to meet you here to-day;'Tis nice for neighbors thus to call,In such ...
Dear friends and neighbors, one and all,I'm pleased to meet you here to-day;'Tis nice for neighbors thus to call,In such ...
When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung,Sorrow came to the old friar ...
One night, when bitterer winds than ours,On hill-sides and in valleys low,Built sepulchers for the dead flowers,And buried them in ...
Their schoolboy days have form'd a theme,For nearly all the bards I know,But mine are like a fading dreamWhich happen'd ...
Alas, and well-a-day! they are talking of me still: By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ...
Late in an evening forth I wentA little before the sun gade down,And there I chanc't, by accident,To light on ...
Abject, stooping, old, and wan,See yon wretched beggar-man;Once a father's hopeful heir,Once a mother's tender care.When too young to understandHe ...
I have a little doll;I take care of her clothes;She has soft flaxen hair;And her name it is Rose.She has ...
MY mother bids me bind my hairWith bands of rosy hue,Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,And lace my bodice ...
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of ...
Oh would I could subdue the flesh Which sadly troubles me! And then perhaps could view the flesh As though ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
I But yesterday I looked away O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay In golden blots, Inlaid with spots Of shade ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
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