Blue Juniata (Malcolm Cowley Poems)
Farmhouses curl like horns of plenty, hidescrawny bare shanks against a barn, or crouchempty in the shadow of a mountain. ...
Farmhouses curl like horns of plenty, hidescrawny bare shanks against a barn, or crouchempty in the shadow of a mountain. ...
WHEN ATMOFFAT WELL.ON the delightful banks of Mein,The muse laments in pensive strain;The nymphs assembl'd on the green,Of Nelly's absence ...
Returning Janus now prepares,For Bec, a new supply of cares,Sent in a bag to Dr. Swift,Who thus displays the new-year's ...
Whilst others proclaimThis nymph or that swain,Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing:She shall grace every verse,I'll her beauties rehearse,Which lovers ...
One gloomy eve I roamed about Neath Oxey's hazel bowers,While timid hares were darting out, To crop the dewy flowers;And soothing was ...
Quoth Richard in jest looking wistly at Nelly,Methinks child you seem something round in the belly.Nell answer'd him snappishly, how ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
Come, go and practise—get your work— Do something, Nelly, pray. I hate to see you moon about In ...
Now, Ma-til-der! Ain't cher dressed yet? I declare, the girl ain't up!Last as ushul. Move yerself, you sleepy'-ead!Are you goin' ...
LIBERALIn that place, shepherd, all the men are dead.POETYes, look at the water grim and blackWhere immense Europa rears her ...
Tum Rindle lope fro' the chimbley nook, As th' winter sun wur sinkin';Aw'm tire't o' keawrin' here i'th smooke, ...
Upon the silver beeches mossWas drawing quaint designs,And the first dim-eyed violetsWere greeting the March winds.'T was night -- the ...
A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
O ONCE I lov'd a bonie lass, Ay, and I love her still; And whilst that virtue warms my breast, ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
In th' isle ...
GO, little book - the ancient phrase And still the daintiest - go your ways, My Otto, over sea and ...
'Twas about the beginning of the present century, Bill Bowls was pressed, and sent to sea; And conveyed on board ...
'Twas about the beginning of the past century Billy Bowls was pressed into the British Navy, And conveyed on board ...
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