Fragment XII (James Macpherson Poems)
RYNO, ALPIN.RYNOThe wind and the rain are over:calm is the noon of day. Theclouds are divided in heaven. Overthe green ...
RYNO, ALPIN.RYNOThe wind and the rain are over:calm is the noon of day. Theclouds are divided in heaven. Overthe green ...
Hour after hour steals rapidly away,Bearing past pleasures on its airy wings,E'en like the sunny clouds, which evening's rayGilds with ...
Died at Hartford, May 19th, 1862.Frail stranger at the gate of life, Too weak to grasp its key,O'er whom the Sun ...
AWAKE, my darling ! Open those bright eyes, dark and deep,And scatter from thine eyelids the heavy shades of sleep.Sweet ...
I.Birds of omen dark and foul,Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl,Leave the sick man to his dream -All night long he ...
On the Death of Commodore Sir James Brisbane, C.B., of HisMajesty's Ship Warspite, Who Died in Sydney, 19th December, 1826.WHY, ...
Was I not served in open dayWith buds and flowers! - and whence came they?In the still night, as poets ...
Mark the virtuous man, and see Peace and joy his steps attend;All his path is purity— Happy is his end.Come and see ...
No charms she now can boast,--'tis true,But other charmers wither too:"And she is old,"--the fact I know,And old will other ...
Voice of the gifted elder time!Voice of the charm and the Runic rhyme!Speak! from the shades and the depths disclose,How ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,Down the long aisle ...
The sunset lingered in the pale green West: In rosy wastes the low soft evening starWoke; while the last white ...
IWith love exceeding a simple love of the thingsThat glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;Or change their perch ...
The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient palace-room,And torches, as it rose and fell, waved thro' the gorgeous gloom,And ...
I made a mountain-brook my guide Thro' a wild Spanish glen,And wandered, on its grassy side, Far from the homes ...
Where hath not a woman stood, Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne By an o'er mastering current! ...
The Jewish king now walks at large and sound,Yet of our emissary Malzah hear we nothing:Go now, sweet spirit, and, ...
Thy rest was deep at the slumberer's hour If thou didst not hear the blastOf the savage horn, from ...
Oh, thou surpassing beauty! that dost liveShrined in yon silent stream of glorious light!Spirit of harmony! that through the vastAnd ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
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