A November Night’s Traveller (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
Since the boys have come back from that terrible warWe're all using words that were not heard beforeLearnt in the ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
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