The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
THERE was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, And she lo'ed her bonie laddie dear; Till War's loud ...
DEAR ---, I'll gie ye some advice, You'll tak it no uncivil: You shouldna paint at angels mair, But try ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd, much honoured name! (For none that knew him need ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
FOR thee is laughing Nature gay, For thee she pours the vernal day; For me in vain is Nature drest, ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me: Forsaken ...
IN Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles, The pride of the place and its neighbourhood a'; Their carriage and ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks of the ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
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