British Georgics. December (James Grahame Poems)
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
I will not droop my soiled flag,Nor turn a thought on my own shame,Though it be sin without a name,And ...
Lonely and bare and desolate,Stretches of muddy filtered green,A silence half articulateOf all that those dumb eyes have seen.A bettered ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
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