British Georgics. June (James Grahame Poems)
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
Your landscape sickens with a dry diseaseEven in May, Virginia, and your sweet pinesLike Frenchmen runted in a hundred warsAre ...
The Lord's bin hard on me, Sir, He's stown my barn away.O dowly, dowly was that neet ...
Absolute zero: the locust sings: summer's caught in eternity's rings: the rock explodes, the planet dies, we shovel up our ...
This coral's hape ecohes the hand It hollowed. Its Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice, As your breast in my ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
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