Ode To The Cuckoo (John Logan Poems)
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!Thou messenger of Spring!Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,And woods thy welcome ring.What time the ...
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!Thou messenger of Spring!Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,And woods thy welcome ring.What time the ...
HAIL, sav'ry compound, luscious to the taste,The school-boy's heart delighting ! sweet rewardOf many a tedious hour of penance sadAnd ...
TO J. R. LOWELLWE will not speak of years to-night,--For what have years to bringBut larger floods of love and ...
Last Wen'sday, when Jupiter rose to survey The annual return and procession of May, Concluding, the lady with Venus and ...
Like a thousan' birds o' brightness from the isles o' summer seas, Rickollections, full o' gladness, come with songs and ...
In the Beginning, God, the great Schoolmaster, wrote upon the white leaves of our souls the text of life, in ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, 'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, ...
I am coming! I am coming! with my joyous tones of mirth.I am coming! I am coming! to gladden all ...
The drunkard's sin, excess in wine, Which reason drowns, and health destroys,As yet no failing is of thine, Dear Jim; ...
Thou too art dead, ———! very kindHast thou been to me in my childish days,Thou best good creature. I have ...
AH, happy time! when music bound in oneTwo kindred souls that ne'er were out of tune:When in the porch, beneath ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Author Note: The story of the following ballad was related to me, when a school boy, as a fact which ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
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