British Georgics. June (James Grahame Poems)
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
Thou sinless and sweet one - thy voice is a strainWhich yields solace to sadness, and balm to my pain,From ...
Barren Age and withered World!Oh! the dying leaves,Like a drizzling rain,Falling round the roof —Pattering on the pane!Frosty Age and ...
In these prosaic daysOf politics and trade,When seldom Fancy laysHer touch on man or maid,The sounds are fled that strayedAlong ...
I.OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth, What joy is welcomed like a new-born child? What life so wretched, ...
A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old RomancesHow sir Galahad despaired of finding the GrailThrough the wood the ...
The waterfall is calling me With its merry gleesome flow, And the green boughs are beckoning me, ...
COME to the grave--the silent grave! and dream Of a light, happy voice--so full of joy, That those who heard ...
Two genii are there, from thy birth through weary life to guide thee; Ah, happy when, united both, they stand ...
Play on thy mother's bosom, babe, for in that holy isleThe error cannot find thee yet, the grieving, nor the ...
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine, And much I wondered how he lived, and where ...
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
Though with gods the world is cumbered, Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered, Never god was known to be Who had ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
Play on thy mother's bosom, babe, for in that holy isle The error cannot find thee yet, the grieving, nor ...
Two genii are there, from thy birth through weary life to guide thee; Ah, happy when, united both, they stand ...
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