Mrs. McNair (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Mrs. McNair Was tall and fair; Mrs. McNair was slim;She had flashing black eyes and raven hair;But a very remarkably modest air;And ...
Mrs. McNair Was tall and fair; Mrs. McNair was slim;She had flashing black eyes and raven hair;But a very remarkably modest air;And ...
FROM THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS OR THE NORMAN CONQUEST, TO THE PRESENT REIGN,INCLUSIVE.First, William the Norman lays claim to the ...
The pride o' the clachan, the rose o' the glen,The flower o' oor lasses was Mary Muiren;Sae modest, an' mensefu', ...
The days o' langsyne, O! the days o' langsyne,Sweet thochts o' the bygane, I never sall tyne;Tho' darklin' I sit ...
Methought I roved on shining walks,'Mid odorous groves and wreathed bowers.Where, trembling on their tender stalks,Fresh op'ning bloom'd the early ...
When writing to you, friend, a subject I'd findIn which there's both pleasure and profit combined,And though what I've chosen ...
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
WHEN ev'ning listen'd to the dipping oar,Forgetting the loud city's ceaseless roar,By the green banks, where Thames, with conscious pride,Reflects ...
As the bright flowers start from their wintry tomb, I've sprung from the depths of futurity's gloom; With the glory of Hope ...
Pour ye a wail of the wildest E'er wrung from a worn heart and mind!Tears and entreaties the mildest Are blown like ...
All's for the best! be sanguine and cheerful, Trouble and Sorrow are friends in disguise,Nothing but Folly goes faithless and fearful, Courage ...
Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command,When accents of horror it breathes in our ear,Or compels us for ...
Hearing the terrors of the war, sore troubled, By each new victim of the combat torn--Nor friend, nor wife I give ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn?Is it so, that the light ...
The silence of the white, bedewed way Was flanked still with the songs of amorous birds, Bruiting their joy for ...
'Twas night-bright beamed the silver moon,And all the stars were dim;The widow heard within the dellSweet voices of a hymn,As ...
Come, gentle Dian, show thy crescent inThe sea of fading light that floods the west:Sit, like a white swan on ...
You can sigh o'er the sad-eyed Armenian Who weeps in her desolate home. You can mourn o'er the exile of ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
Kind Christians, pray list to me, And I'll relate a sad story, Concerning a little blind girl, only nine years ...
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