A November Night’s Traveller (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
"THE sun shines in a cloudless sky,The lake is blue and still;Up, Flora! on thine errand hie,And climb the eyrie ...
WANTON droll, whose harmless playBeguiles the rustic's closing day,When, drawn the evening fire about,Sit aged crone and thoughtless lout,And child ...
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 ...
WHOSE imp art thou, with dimpled cheek,And curly pate and merry eye,And arm and shoulders round and sleek,And soft and ...
FAT Tommy on the carpet lay,And held with sprightly kit his play.To her the twisted cord he flung,At which with ...
BUTTERFLY, butterfly, speed through the air, The ring-bird follows thee fast,And the monkey looks up with a greedy stare; Speed on till ...
Sitteth by the red cairn a brown One, a hoofed One, High upon the mountain, where the grasses fail. Where ...
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee. What you been doin', suh ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
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