A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July (George MacDonald Poems)
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
Leddy"Ye'll mount, gudeman; ye'll mount and ride;Ye'll cross the burn syne doun the loch side,Then up 'mang the hills, thro' ...
The heirs of cultured ages, we Fashioned an idol for all to see. We all could see or thought we ...
He winna sup his poshie, the buffy, curly loon,But spurs and spurtles on my knee, an' quarrels for the spoon,Rubbin' ...
There are laddies will drive ye a ba'To the burn frae the farthermost tee,But ye mauna think driving is a',Ye ...
BIRDS in the green of my gardenBlackbirds and throstle and wren,Wet your dear wings in the tears that are Spring'sAnd ...
"Men know but little more than we, Who count us least of things terrene, How happy days are made to ...
the great thing about the tall white daisy is that it knows how to laugh at itself some flowers for ...
Train. Distant Train. Praise the glorious distance of Train. Dogs bark, reply to the mournful echo of Train's whistle. Train ...
Like long swords pulled from the scabbards of the earth jewel encrusted blades the long leaves of the lilies bright ...
He watched me oh so closely as I stalked him, took shot after shot the staccato of the shutter caused ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
Straight-spined girl-yes, you of the glinting earrings, amber skin and sinuous hair: what happened? you've no business lunching with sticky ...
It's mighty quiet in the house Since Mary Ellen quit me cold; I've swept the hearth and fed the mouse ...
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind ...
Three and thirty birds there stood In an elder in a wood; Called Melmillo -- flew off three, Leaving thirty ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
(A Poem Game.) The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, Now orders ...
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