Kilmeny (James Hogg Poems)
Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle ...
Poems about snood (14 Poems)
Scotia: A Vision (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Midnight's solemn peal had rung;My drowsy spirit listless hungBetween the certain and unreal,When visioned forms and shapes idealCome floating from ...
Lassie Wi’ The Gowden Hair (Hector MacNeill Poems)
'Lassie wi' the gowden hair,Silken snood, and face sae fair;Lassie wi' the yellow hair, Think nae to deceive me!Lassie wi' the ...
A Scotch Song (Joanna Baillie Poems)
THE gowan glitters on the sward,The lavrock's in the sky,And collie on my plaid keeps ward,And time is passing by.Oh ...
A Song Of Spring (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The Spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly,Under a snood of hodden grey.The black and white for her array, Slowly, slowly,The ...
Bid Adieu (James Joyce Poems)
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days,Happy Love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish ways-The zone that ...
Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
The Yerl O’ Waterydeck (George MacDonald Poems)
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
Address To A Maid (Charles Mair Poems)
If those twin gardens of delight,Thine eyes, were ever in my sight,I would no pink or roses seek,Save those which ...
Mabalel (Eugene Marais Poems)
Mabal?lVinnig langs die paadjie trippel Mabal?l;vrolik klink die liedjiewat die klingelinge van haar enkelringe vergesel.Op die voetpad sy alleen,met die ...
Thora (Celia Laighton Thaxter Poems)
Come under my cloak, my darling! Thou little Norwegian main!Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea Shall chill ...
The Four Children (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
A Ballad of Good Intentions Four children played by an old oak tree, Big John and James and little Benjie, ...
Bid Adieu to Maidenhood (James Joyce Poem)
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days, Happy Love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish ...
From On Being Fired Again (Erin Belieu Poem)
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...