From The Pentlands Looking North And South (John Buchan Poems)
Around my feet the clouds are drawnIn the cold mystery of the dawn;No breezes cheer, no guests intrudeMy mossy, mist-clad ...
Around my feet the clouds are drawnIn the cold mystery of the dawn;No breezes cheer, no guests intrudeMy mossy, mist-clad ...
Who has seen the Silver FeatherFlying in across the foam,Thro' the isles where thyme and heatherFlower sweet as honeycomb -Who ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
HAD I the power that have the will, The enfeebled will - a modern curse - This book of mine ...
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