British Georgics. October (James Grahame Poems)
Fair shines the sun, but with a meekened smileRegretful, on the variegated woodsAnd glittering streams, where floats the hazel spray,The ...
Fair shines the sun, but with a meekened smileRegretful, on the variegated woodsAnd glittering streams, where floats the hazel spray,The ...
Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it. The boat ...
Ovid's TristiaFreely RenderedGo, little book, make haste away,Go to the joyful victory seat.I go not with you, I must stay,For ...
IHe walked under the shadow of the HillWhere men are fed into the firesAnd walled apart…Unarmed and alone,He summoned his ...
The fairies have lost a fairy,They don't know what to do;The rumours about her vary,And all of them can't be ...
The congregation was devout, The minister inspired, Their attitude to those without By every one admired, And all things so harmonious seemed, Of no calamity ...
On summer afternoons I sitQuiescent by you in the park,And idly watch the sunbeams gildAnd tint the ash-trees' bark.Or else ...
"This is her diary. Come with me to viewThe canyon; think you see it as of oldWhen Martha lived, and ...
FRIEND, gliding near me on life's widening stream,In whose long wake star-spangled ripples gleam,And from whose prow the pioneering lightKeenly ...
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone, Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:-- ...
You, if it fall to you to take From us the lamp that Athens gave, Fill it with mercy for ...
All these months of heat and drought,Baked within, and burnt without;Cattle dying in our regions,Drifts of dust and insect legions;Every ...
The mountain he flew over did not want him,Loose with age, the shaggy cliffs looked downWhile webbed in fire the ...
REMOTE, strange relics of romance are piledInside and out, each with its tragic tale.Forlorn, quiescent. Listen ! Through thepalePast, through ...
I'll look no more! thro timeless hours my eyes Without intent have watched the slowing flight Of ebon crows across ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
To find clues where there are none, That's my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The ...
I have a dream to fill the golden sheath of a remembered day.... (Air heavy and massed and blue as ...
I don't remember the word I wished to say. The blind swallow returns to the hall of shadow, on shorn ...
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