A Summer Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
Should poverty, modest and clean, E'er please, when presented to view, Should cabin on brown heath, or green, Disclose aught engaging to you, Should ...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
What, wide awake, sweet stranger, wide awake?And laughing coyly at an English sun,And blessing him with smiles for having thaw'dThine ...
(F.M.L.)Living child or pictured cherub, Ne’er o’ermatched its baby grace;And the mother, moving nearer, Looked it calmly in the face;Then with slight ...
From holy flower to holy flower Thou weavest thine unhallowed bower. The harmless dewdrops, beaded thin, Ripple along thy ropes of sin. Thy house ...
Ye mealy mouth'd mobbers, attend to my song,Whose plunder brings plenty of blessings along.No gospel or law starv'd people regard,For ...
Heavy-hocked, barrel-bellied,exhaling billows of steam, they waitwhile the corn, wheat, clover,and potato fields surround us, finishedfor the season. We listened ...
HIT'S been drizzlin' an' been sprinklin',Kin' o' techy all day long.I ain't wet enough fu' toddy,I's too damp to raise ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,Beside the river Dee;He worked and sang from morn till night -No lark more ...
Ah me! full sorely doth it rend my heart, O! Pessimus, my veteran friend, to view Thy time--worn front, and ...
WHEN on some balmy-breathing night of SpringThe happy child, to whom the world is new,Pursues the evening moth, of mealy ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I was six when I first saw kittens drown. Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits', Into a bucket; ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
The miller's wife had waited long, The tea was cold, the fire was dead; And there might yet be nothing ...
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