British Georgics. February (James Grahame Poems)
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
1. Lone tree, on a rock by Liakhvi, You stand, clothed in tatters, - Ole, Ole, Solitary, All day and through long nights; Inside something is burning ...
Along the avenue I pass Huge piles of wood and stone, And glance at each amorphous mass, Whose cumbrous weight has crushed the ...
Oh, who in creation would fail to descend That wonderful hole in the ground?-- That, feeling its way like a hypocrite-friend In sinuous ...
So I would hear out those lungs,The air split into nine levels,Some gift of tongues of the whistlerIn the invalid's ...
Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,Which asks no duties and no conscience?The moon goes up by leaps, ...
On one fine but fatal morning in the early Eocene, Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig a hole:First ...
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS)"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
As soon as we crossed into Yorkshire Hughes' voice assailed me, unmistakable Gravel and honey, a raw celebration of rain ...
Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up ...
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