Beechenbrook – IV (Margaret Junkin Preston Poems)
"I am weary and worn,--I am hungry and chill, And cuttingly strikes the keen blast o'er the hill; All day I have ...
"I am weary and worn,--I am hungry and chill, And cuttingly strikes the keen blast o'er the hill; All day I have ...
IAs I lay sleeping yesternight,The fairies came to me ;The moon, full-orb'd, gave ample light,Enabling me to seeThe little, green-clad, ...
Shoo wor shoeless, an shiverin, an weet,-- Her hair flyin tangled an wild:Shoo'd just been browt in aght o'th street, Wi drink ...
'Twas on a day of cold and sleet, A little nomad of the street With tattered garments, shoeless feet, And face with hunger ...
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 ...
How oft on Sundays, when I'd time to tramp,My rambles led me to a gipsy's camp,Where the real effigy of ...
Halt!—the march is over, Day is almost done;Loose the cumbrous knapsack, Drop the heavy gun.Chilled and wet and weary, Wander to and fro,Seeking ...
KULLERVO AS A SHEPHERD.Kullerwoinen, wizard-servantOf the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,Purchased slave from Untamoinen,Magic son with sky-blue stockings.,With a head of golden ringlets,In ...
I. A palace, and a king within;- Hail, potent monarch! Hail, King Gin! Open stands his palace door; Ready access ...
Perchance for dear Life's sake—and life is sweet— When work had failed and roads were deep in snow, And this ...
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for ...
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