British Georgics. January (James Grahame Poems)
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
'Twas on a lofty mountain's side Half up the verdant steep, A gen'rous Vicar wedded, died, And left his spouse to weep. And still ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
THE tossing spray of Cocheco's fallHardened to ice on its rocky wall,As through Dover town in the chill, gray dawn,Three ...
IWITH cassock black, baret and book, Father Saran goes by;I think he goes to say a prayer For one who has to ...
NOW from before Aurora's rays,Stern darkness with its horror flies;The mountain tops begin to blaze,And Phoebus gilds the eastern skies.See ...
MY ever dear an' worthy aunty,Wha ne'er o' wit nor lear was vaunty;Yet often could, like honest grandam,Unravel dreams; an' ...
All through the cold night, beating wings shadowy Sweep o'er the church-village poor,--Only one Grandam a hundred years hoary, Findeth her slumber ...
London Bridge is broken down; Green is the grass on Ludgate Hill;I know a farmer in Camden Town Killed a brock by ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
The loud winds rattled at the door-The shutters creaked and shook,While Eva, by the cottage hearth,Sat with abstracted look.With every ...
I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare,Within a city's confines, where were metAll classes and conditions, and surveyed,From a secluded niche ...
How sweet the harmonies of afternoon:The Blackbird sings along the sunny breezeHis ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;Rich breath ...
The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow, The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit ...
As when a child on some long winter's night Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees With eager wond'ring and perturbed ...
As when a child on some long winter's nightAffrighted clinging to its Grandam's kneesWith eager wond'ring and perturb'd delightListens strange ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
MOTLEY I count the only wear That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise, Who boldly smile upon despair ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In ...
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