The Rebel Scot (John Cleveland Poems)
How, Providence? and yet a Scottish crew?Then Madam Nature wears black patches too!What, shall our nation be in bondage thusUnto ...
How, Providence? and yet a Scottish crew?Then Madam Nature wears black patches too!What, shall our nation be in bondage thusUnto ...
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen;Only ...
A butterfly was grieved one dayBecause he could do nought but play;He envied bees and birds and ants,And senseless stones ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
MY boy, do you know the boy I love?I fancy I see him now;His forehead bare in the sweet spring ...
1.No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed By ...
Love caught me (yet a little boy),And bound me with his chains of joy;Then with his fillet sealed mine eyes,To ...
For the first twenty years you are still growingBodily that is: as a poet, of course,You are not born yet. ...
A LOVER, when he first essaysA lady's heart to gain,A thousand tender fears betrays,And talks of jealous pain.All day he ...
On the mercy of the mercilessThe little beggar survived.His life ran its courseIn dirty streets,In dark corners,In cold doorways,Among fallacious ...
Most blessed night, the happy time for Love,The shade for Lovers, and their Loves delight,The raigne of Love for seruants ...
If I am slow forgetting,It is because the sunHas such old tricks of settingWhen April days are done.The soft spring ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Taste life's glad moments, Whilst the wasting taper glows; Pluck, ere it withers, ...
OH! Lindorf! oh, Lindorf! for ever adieu! Thy heart beats no longer tumultuous for me,Fair Laura has robb'd me ...
The worm long fosters his transforming sleep, But claims th' unalienable life again, Which tho' it be but one, yet ...
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock. The huddled ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
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