Jack Marlin (Edwin James Brady Poems)
NOW at the window, side by side, We sit and take our ease, And watch the ebb and flow of ...
NOW at the window, side by side, We sit and take our ease, And watch the ebb and flow of ...
Air — "Lochiel's awa' to France."Their nest was in the leafy bush,Sae soft and warm, sae soft and warm,And Robins ...
The air is brisk, and the green lowland ringsWith tinkling waterfalls and bubbling springs,The clouds glance fleetly by, and, as ...
All the dead kings came to meAt Rosnaree, where I was dreaming.A few stars glimmered through the morn,And down the ...
So I shall never see you more.The northern winds will blow in vainBrave and heart-easing off the shore.You will not ...
From thy far sources, 'mid mountains airily climbing, Pass to the rich lowland, thou busy sunny river;Murmuring once, dimpling, ...
Many ways to say good night.Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels and ...
Give me the strength Of verdant hills Washed clean by summer rain; Of purple hills At peace when weary Day ...
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more ...
TO skies that were brighter Turned he his prows; To gods that were lighter Made he his vows. The snow-land's ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind, Then break against the rock, and show behind ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the ...
Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
WONDER as of old things Fresh and fair come back Hangs over pasture and road. Lush in the lowland grasses ...
MANY ways to spell good night. Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels ...
Come away! come away! there's a frost along the marshes, And a frozen wind that skims the shoal where it ...
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