British Georgics. November (James Grahame Poems)
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
DEAR Agnes, gleamed with joy and dashed with tears,O'er us have glided almost sixty yearsSince we on Bothwell's bonny braes ...
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through astrange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and ...
To Rex HobcroftWind crosshatches shallow water.Paddocks rest in the sea's arm.Swamphens race through spiky grass.A wire fence leans, a crazy ...
From sunward rocks the icicle's faint drop,By lonely river side, is heard, at times,To break the silence deep; for now ...
Plato of the clear, dreaming eye and braveImaginings, conceived, withdrawn from light,The hollow of man's heart even as a cave.With ...
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
In the great green park with the wooden palings -The wooden palings so hard to climb,There are fern and foxglove, ...
'E passes by, each day, at ten - A bottle-shouldered yidWot looks as if 'e pushed a pen An' drawes ...
They should never have built a barn there, at all -Drip, drip, drip! - under that elm tree,Though when it ...
If it were only still!—With far away the shrillCrying of a cock;Or the shaken bellFrom a cow's throatMoving through the ...
Smoke, it is all smoke in the throat of eternity. . . . For centuries, the air was full of ...
The forest bitter, spiky, no shore breeze, no foothills, the grass grows matted, death will come with horses' hooves, endlessly ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near ...
High up the brick old mill building up above the brick, the granite, between the clapboard window dormers hanging on ...
WHILE virgin Spring by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
If it were only still!- With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From a ...
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