The First-Foot (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Bright the firelight touch'd his portrait hanging on our humble wall, But a sweeter light was in us, with a ...
Bright the firelight touch'd his portrait hanging on our humble wall, But a sweeter light was in us, with a ...
Call Braunighrindas left her bed At cock-crow with an aching head. O miserie! "I yearn to ...
Johannes, son of Gilbert, born At Warren Magna, com. Wigorn., Till one-and-twenty simple John, Cast his eyes on Alison ; ...
Eight Parts of Speech this Day wear Mourning GownsDeclin'd Verbs, Pronouns, Participles, Nouns.And not declined, Adverbs and Conjunctions,In Lillies Porch ...
TO ARES. I.Great War-God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn, Sung to thee in the wood-recesses dim Of dusky Caria, near ...
TO HERMES. I.Hear, white-winged Messenger! If thy swift feetLoiter within Heaven's starry walls, where meetThe Gods, their nectar daintily to ...
Home from the fields the kine came slowly winding, Thro' the soft summer twilight, calm and still,Up the steep ...
I. HERSELFTo be a sweetness more desired than Spring;A bodily beauty more acceptableThan the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the ...
The vintage, friends, is over, And here sweet wine makes, once again, Sad eyes and hearts recover, Puts fire in ...
With trembling fingers did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; A rainy ...
There may be finer pleasures than just tramping with your boy,And better ways to spend a day; there may be ...
In a dear land, in a dim land,By well-remembered streams,Bare trees in moorland hollows standWhere a lost sunset gleams;There joy ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
I shall tread, another year, Ways I walked with Grief, Past the dry, ungarnered ear And the brittle leaf. I ...
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