Abbey Assaroe (William Allingham Poem)
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
Chor.-And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, And I'll kiss thee o'er again: And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, My bonie ...
AULD comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's ...
HONEST 1 Will to Heaven's away And mony shall lament him; His fau'ts they a' in Latin lay, In English ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
All are not taken; there are left behind Living Belov?ds, tender looks to bring And make the daylight still a ...
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! ' And still the generations of the birds Sing through ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
MY future will not copy fair my past On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done Supernal Will ! I ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
When Klopstock England defied, Uprose William Blake in his pride; For old Nobodaddy aloft . . . and belch'd and ...
A Robin Redbreast in a cage, Puts all Heaven in a rage. A skylark wounded on the wing Doth make ...
Sleep! sleep! beauty bright, Dreaming o'er the joys of night; Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. ...
Tyger Tyger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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