Scotland’s Scaith, Or, The History O’ Will And Jean. Owre True A Tale. In Two Parts (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,Wherein I heard a ...
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
1.For twenty years I gambledwith books instead of cards;for twenty years I gambledand I squandered my life.Poor now I lie ...
Day after day our way has been O'er many a hill and hollow;Through marsh and bog, by wood and glen — Where ...
As I came wandering down Glen Spean, Where the braes are green and grassy,With my light step I overtook A weary-footed lassie.She ...
Alone they walked--their fingers knit together, And swaying listlessly as might a swing Wherein Dan Cupid dangled in the weather Of some sun-flooded ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
MAIDEN OF THE RAINBOW.Pohyola's fair and winsome daughter,Glory of the land and water,Sat upon the bow of heaven,On its highest ...
1630-1633Sick with the strife of tongues, the blustering hateOf frantic Party raving o'er the realm,Sonorous insincerities of debate,And jealous factions ...
You are my companion Down the silver road, Still and many-changing, Infinitely changing. You are my companion. ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty, He chased a wild horse, he caught him and rode him, ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
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