The Moody Seer (Joanna Baillie Poems)
"THE sun shines in a cloudless sky,The lake is blue and still;Up, Flora! on thine errand hie,And climb the eyrie ...
"THE sun shines in a cloudless sky,The lake is blue and still;Up, Flora! on thine errand hie,And climb the eyrie ...
Beside a spreading elm, from whose high boughsLike knotted tufts the crow's light dwelling shows,Where screen'd from northern blasts, and ...
Of all the Belles that tread the Stage,There's none like pretty Polly,And all the Musick of the Age,Except her Voice, ...
Of all the Belles that tread the Stage,There's none like pretty Polly,And all the Musick of the Age,Except her Voice, ...
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.I.Amarantha sweet and faire,Ah brade no more that shining haire!As my curious hand ...
A health to dear woman! she bids us untwineFrom the cup it encircles the fast-clinging vine:But her cheek in its ...
And I would have you clad like dominoesIn every stripe and lozenge you would dare,A gauged discord, irregular and clair,Or ...
I watched you saunter down the sand:Serene and large, the golden weatherFlowed radiant round your peacock feather,And glistered from your ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
We never meet them in our paths,They never cross our ways,God's angels are not now on earth,As in the olden ...
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;And such desire of Freedom has been shown,That ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
"Teapots and Quails,Snuffers and Snails,Set him a sailingand see how he sails!..Mitres and Beams,Thimbles and Creams,Set him a screamingand hark! ...
There's a word i' the winds o' mornin', There's a song i' the standin' corn,For they tied my sleeves ...
Round by the black barn and the shrunken pond,Now treading slow, now sidling proudly on,Through warm air startled by his ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer, I've been abroad for over a year; Seen a helluva lot since then, ...
"I'm going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don't make any noise. There's Boches to beat all creation, the pitch of ...
He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he'd like to ...
Cinderella in the street In a ragged gown, Sloven slippers on her feet, Shames our tidy town; Harsh her locks ...
A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As ...
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