The Spirits of the Hill (Dorothea Primrose Campbell Poems)
It was on Burray's seabeat Isle,Where Fairies dwelt in days of yore,That Richard's lowly cottage stood,Near where old Neptune's briny ...
It was on Burray's seabeat Isle,Where Fairies dwelt in days of yore,That Richard's lowly cottage stood,Near where old Neptune's briny ...
By none but me can the tale be told,The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold.(Lands are swayed by a King on ...
'Twas night, and now advanc'd the solemn hour;The keeper of the prison, from his tow'r, Astonish'd, sees a form divinely ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Castle, North. A Panegyric on Bath, and a Moravian Hymn. Of all ...
But may a Rural Pen try to set forthSuch a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worthI undertake a no less ...
IN this rejoicing time, when sun and shower In shining alternation rule the sky, And the brown fields are shadow'd ...
"AT length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er, And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more; Like some young rose-bud, ...
A Female, to a Drunkard marry'd, When all her other Arts miscarry'd, Had yet one Stratagem to prove him, And ...
WHEN Jacob 's sons to Egypt went,To purchase food their sole intent,Which of the ten did Joseph bind,And from the ...
'TIS many a year since yonder grave, On which the fresh herbs flourish now, Heap'd on each side its sods, ...
SAY whom did Paul the apostle greet,As not asham'd to own his chain,But tend'ring oft refreshment sweet,To ease his toil, ...
Anna was always full of thought As if she'd many sorrows known,Yet mostly her full heart was fraught With troubles ...
Where was held that marriage feast, Where water was made wine?Towards what sea, when from toil releas'd, Did ...
Poor melancholy bird—-that all night long Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe; From what sad cause can ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid, or the frozen zone, Bring equal ease unto my pain; The ...
Poor melancholy bird---that all night long Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe; From what sad cause can ...
When, in the gloomy mansion of the dead, This with'ring heart, this faded form shall sleep; When these fond eyes, ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
On the Gilfillan burial day, In the Hill o' Balgay, It was a most solemn sight to see, Not fewer ...
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