Agnes Died (Alexander Anderson Poems)
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
WHEN Solitude's calm voice invites,To taste her pure, unmix'd delights,What can in charms the rural scene surpass?While yet moist Morn's ...
Merrily 'mid the faded leaves, O Robin of the bright red breast! Cheerily over the Autumn eaves, Thy note is ...
Air — "Lochiel's awa' to France."Their nest was in the leafy bush,Sae soft and warm, sae soft and warm,And Robins ...
Forth Spring! The vernal breaths of sunny landsO'er earth diffuse. The bursting bud expands,And welcome leaves, lured by the sunlight ...
All day and every day, Upon a hawthorn spray, Early and late, A redbreast robin sings, And flirts his nut-brown ...
THE sun ascends a cloudless sky,The moistening dews before him fly;How sweet to pace the fields at dawn,This mild, serene, ...
HAIL! silent hour of peace serene,No busy din disturbs the scene;The sons of toil their labours close,And taste the sweets ...
AUTUMN with solemn step draws near,Sober evening of the year;When the trees are half embrown'd,And falling leaves bestrew the ground.What ...
How large that thrush looks on the bare thorn-tree! A swarm of such, three little months ago, Had hidden in ...
Field flowers and breathing minstrelsy, farewell!The rose is colourless and withering fast,Sweet Philomel her song forgets to swell,And Summer's rich ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears -- Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of ...
I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes -- Each -- with a Robin's ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
A Robin Redbreast in a cage, Puts all Heaven in a rage. A skylark wounded on the wing Doth make ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
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