Ancient Gaelic Melody (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
I.Birds of omen dark and foul,Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl,Leave the sick man to his dream -All night long he ...
I.Birds of omen dark and foul,Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl,Leave the sick man to his dream -All night long he ...
Wind smothers the snarling of the great ships,And the serene gulls are stronger than turbines;Mile upon mile the hiss of ...
Perhaps 'twas but conceit. Erroneous sence!Thou art thine own distemper and offence.Imagine then, that sick unwholsom steamWas thy corruption breath'd ...
"'Tis all a Chequer-Board of Nights and Days,Where Detiny with men for pieces plays,Hither and thither moves, and mates and ...
One paramount truthour society smothersin petty concernwith position and pelf:It isn't enoughto exasperate others;you've got to rememberto gladden yourself. (Piet ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
That march of the funereal Past behold;How Glory sat on Bondage for its throne;How men, like dazzled insects, through the ...
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui, Play whips for fun, or snares for game, The liar full of ease ...
Deep in the soul there throbs the secret pain Of one homesick for dear familiar things, When Spring winds rock ...
I'm sorry for a feller if he hasn't any aunt,To let him eat and do the things his mother says ...
The winds that blow about the world (Said Old George Jones)See here all hope to ruin hurled,See there triumphant flags ...
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,Women of weak ...
I will sing a song,Said the owl.You sing a song, sing-songUgly fowl!What will you sing about,Night in and day out?All ...
On your midnight pallet lying, Listen, and undo the door: Lads that waste the light in sighing In the dark ...
Farewell to a name and a number Recalled againTo darkness and silence and slumber In blood and pain. So ceases ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
On your midnight pallet lying, Listen, and undo the door: Lads that waste the light in sighing In the dark ...
He was a traveling tinker lad And I was a gypsy jade, Yet never were two so gay and glad, ...
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
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