The Highlanders: Part IV (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
NOW hark! what loud, tumultuous joys resound,From all the echoing rocks and valleys round;And hear! the sage oraculous declare,Tis time ...
The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and ...
Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:To the stern call still ...
CHAUNTED BY JACK SAVAGE, AT THE LIFE-WAKE OF THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN, WHO DIED BEFORE HIS TIME, 1859.(Occasioned by a ...
The rum was rich and rare,There were wagers in the air,The atmosphere was rosy, and the tongues were ...
Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a twist I eye her bosom and consider a ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
THOUGH long by fate's austere decree remov'dFrom scenes still pleasing, and from friends still lov'd,I see low shelter'd in my ...
WHEN FINGAL dwelt in windy halls,As mournful OSSIAN tells,Midst lofty Selma's shaded wallsHe spread the feast of shells.Each tuneful bard ...
CHLORINDA in the slipping gown Unblushingly parades her soul For clinical inspection as Example of the Sapphic r?le;While Doris shudders ...
THRONE of expression! whence the spirit's rayPours forth so oft the light of mental day,Where fancy's fire, affection's melting beam,Thought, ...
When I the memory repeatOf the heroic actions great,Which, in contempt of pain and death,Were done by men who drew ...
STAID sires of maids divine, they strut, rotund,Climax of culture and peace, these fattedmagnates,Who wallow through the towns their torpor ...
A YOUNG fig-tree its form lifts high Within a beauteous garden; And see, a goat is sitting by. As if ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth, And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height Fame's silhouette stood ...
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