British Georgics. February (James Grahame Poems)
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
Under the orchard boughs, That drop red leaves like coals into the grass. The golden arrows of the sunset fall; And on the ...
I.Land of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador!Sea-girdled mother of men! Spain, name of glory and power;Cradle of world-grasping ...
Silent are the woods, and the dim green boughs areHushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path throughThe apple orchard, ...
My name is old Jack Palmer, I'm a man of olden days,And so I wish to sing a ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
SILENT are the woods, and the dim green boughs are Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through The ...
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