The Links O’ Forth : Or, A Parting Peep At The Carse O’ Sterling (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Ah! winding Forth! --- smooth wandering tide!O' Strevlin's peerless plain the pride;How pleas'd alang thy verdant side, Whar floweries spring,The muse ...
Ah! winding Forth! --- smooth wandering tide!O' Strevlin's peerless plain the pride;How pleas'd alang thy verdant side, Whar floweries spring,The muse ...
Grey field of Flanders, grim old battle-plain,What armies held the iron line round Ypres in the rain,From Bixschoote to Baecelaere ...
A sword in his right hand, a stone in his left hand,He is naked. Shod and naked. Hatted and naked.The ...
I. What deity for dozing laziness Devised the lounging coziness of this Enchanted nook?--and how!--did I distress His musing ease that fled but now, ...
Sunlight upon Judha's hills!And on the waves of Galilee;On Jordan's stream, and on the rillsThat feed the dead and sleeping ...
Between the death of day and birth of night,By War's red light,I met with one in trailing sorrows clad,Whose features ...
STREW not earth with empty stars,Strew it not with roses,Nor feathers from the crest of Mars,Nor summer's idle posies.'Tis not ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man?Wherefore now ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Arthur is gone . . . Tristram in CareolSleeps, with a broken sword - and Yseult sleepsBeside him, where the ...
It is not over yet-the fightWhere those immortal dreamers failed.They stormed the citadels of night,And the night praised them-and prevailed.So ...
There was a motion within Deity,And the first seraph lived, saw, and becameOne cry through all his nature and his ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Far back when I went zig-zagging through tamarack pastures you were my genius, you my cast-iron Viking, my helmed lion-heart ...
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In ...
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
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