An Autumn Sabbath Walk (James Grahame Poems)
When homeward bands their several ways disperse,I love to linger in the narrow fieldOf rest, to wander round from tomb ...
When homeward bands their several ways disperse,I love to linger in the narrow fieldOf rest, to wander round from tomb ...
To all you ladies now at Bath, And eke, ye beaux, to you, With aching heart, and wat'ry eyes, I bid my last ...
I SOMETIMES think it would be sweetIf we were like the olden lovers-The simple-hearted ones we meetIn musty books with ...
And will she leave the lowly clowns For silk and satins gay,Her woollen aprons and drab gowns For lady's cold array?And will ...
Each morning they sit down to their little bites of bread, To six warm bowls of porridge and a broken mug ...
The schoolboys still their morning ramble takeTo neighboring village school with playing speed,Loitering with passtime's leisure till they quake,Oft looking ...
JUNIPER gentle and rosemarie!There 's neat brown cones on the yellow larch,With scarlet haws on the gray thorn-tree.Ah, the year ...
WHEN the petal falls and liesWrinkled like a leaf that dies,When the flower that once was merrySobers to the russet ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, ...
Miller, whom fair Ierne bore To grace Britannia's happier shore, Whose Genius guides, whose counsel guards The labours of Bathonian ...
Haw! Good fellow I'm not doubting Your intentions are all right,And your general appearance Is intelligent and bright;But the question ...
Awakes for me and leaps from shroudAll radiantly the moon's own nightOf folded showers in streamer cloud;Our shadows down the ...
He said his legs were stiff and sore ...
I know her not by fallen leaves Or resting heaps of hay; Or by the sheathing ...
How sweetly on the autumn scene,When haws are red amid the green,The hawkbit shines with face of cheer,The favorite of ...
Where the beech and maple growLeaves as bright as flowers show,Every path, and garden bed,Are ablaze with gold and red.Down ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A ...
I'll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons' command On Runningmead Island in t' middle of ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
I was making my way home late one night this summer, when I staggered into a snow drift. Her eyes ...
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