British Georgics. January (James Grahame Poems)
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
Severn has kilns set all along her banksWhere the thin reeds grow and rushes in ranks;And the carts tip rubbish ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it downhere in an iron carOn a long cable; here the ships ...
Great beauty spreads a firestormacross a thousand ardent willswhich, so dispersed, is lightly bornebut, gathered into one, may kill.As weight ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down here in an iron car On a long cable; here ...
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
The paddocks shave black with a foam of smoke that stays, welling out of red-black wounds. In the white of ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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