From The Pentlands Looking North And South (John Buchan Poems)
Around my feet the clouds are drawnIn the cold mystery of the dawn;No breezes cheer, no guests intrudeMy mossy, mist-clad ...
Around my feet the clouds are drawnIn the cold mystery of the dawn;No breezes cheer, no guests intrudeMy mossy, mist-clad ...
THE night was dark, the hollow windsRush'd through the falling leaves;For autumn shed her yellow hue,And ting'd the verdant trees.Long ...
YON sun, who runs his annual courseAbout earth's varied bound,While slow revolving seasons roll,Their never-ceasing round-Yon rising sun, whose early ...
What shall I do for thee? Thou hast my prayers,Ceaseless as stars around the great white throne;No passing angel but ...
A bomb has fallen over Notre Dame: Germans have burned another Belgian town: Russians quelled in the east: England in ...
When fades the light along the western sky, When dies the last dim rose to subtlest gray,When darkling mere and mead ...
Hark! 'Tis the holy temple's bell;The voice that summons me to prayer:My heart, each roving fancy quell;Come, to the house ...
THOU mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant,Deride me not, though I seem petulantTo fall into thy chops. Let others prayForever their fair ...
The Sabbath morn! How beautiful, How peaceful and how blest;An Angel's whisper seems to lull The weary world to rest.Hark! how the ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
Master of the murmuring courtsWhere the shapes of sleep convene!-Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their ...
Listening (said the old, grey Digger) . . . With my finger on the trigger I was listening in the ...
FORSAKEN, desolate,Ah! where is he, The God Eternal, whom our fathers served?A God whose name his children vainly boast, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Thousandfold flowers unfetters fragrance. Thousandfold powers dowers Deliverance. All frith flowers adore thine aubade! All Ambrosia audacious attunes along cascade! ...
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life ...
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