An Elegy On Winter In Argyleshire (Charles Tompson Poems)
'With cheerless gloom and storm-portending cloudsRude Winter brushes from Antarctic wilds,The front of Heav'n, in murky vapours shrouds,Then bursts his ...
'With cheerless gloom and storm-portending cloudsRude Winter brushes from Antarctic wilds,The front of Heav'n, in murky vapours shrouds,Then bursts his ...
When o'er the chords thy fingers stray,My spirit leaves its mortal clay, A statue there I stand;Thy spell controls e'en ...
Past the despairing wail—And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away!Delight, that breathes and moves forever,Glides ...
SWEET melody amidst the moving spheres Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound, A harmony whereof the earth's green hills ...
My friend is lodging high in the Eastern Range,Dearly loving the beauty of valleys and hills.At green Spring he lies ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Krinken was a little child,-- It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white ...
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glow and you glance, though you ...
Come round me, little childer; There, don't fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll ...
Past the despairing wail-- And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away! Delight, that breathes and ...
WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the ...
O'er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main Shad'wing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand, While the thin ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
Something this foggy day, a something which Is neither of this fog nor of today, Has set me dreaming of ...
Beautiful Den o' Fowlis, most charming to be seen In the summer season, when your trees are green; Especially in ...
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