River Song (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
Swift and silent and strong Under the low-browed arches,Through culverts, and under bridges,Sweeping with long forced marchesDown to the ultimate ridges,— The ...
Swift and silent and strong Under the low-browed arches,Through culverts, and under bridges,Sweeping with long forced marchesDown to the ultimate ridges,— The ...
Awm a young Yorksher lad as jolly an gay, As a lark on a sunshiny mornin,An Dolly's as fair as the ...
She sleeps-and I see through a shadowy haze, Where the hopes of the past and the dreams that I cherishedIn the ...
I wonder what he is thinking In the ploughing field all day.He watches the heads of his oxen, And never looks this ...
The same old story told again-- The maiden droops her head,The ripening glow of her crimson cheek Is answering in her stead.The ...
I find an old deserted nest, Half-hidden in the underbrush:A withered leaf, in phantom jest, Has nestled in it like a thrushWith ...
They came in the hush of the midnight, In the glare of the noonday startOut from the graves we made them-- The ...
The month of carnival of all the year,When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,And spend whole seasons on ...
I.There breathes not a breath of the summer airBut the spirit of love is moving there;Not a trembling leaf on ...
A CHILD of the hard-hearted world was I, And a worldling callous of heart,And eager to play with the ...
'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;His form was bent, and his gait was ...
How swift they go, Life's many years, With their winds of woe And their storms of tears,And ...
BARE and sunshiny, bright and bleak, Rounded cold as a dead maid's cheek, Folded white as a sinner's shroud, Or ...
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,Curious isles without number.We'll visit them all as we leisurely creepDown the ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole ...
I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy ...
I. I DREAMED of forest alleys fair And fields of gray-flowered grass, Where by the yellow summer moon My Jenny ...
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay, With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array, And ...
Greenland's icy mountains are fascinating and grand, And wondrously created by the Almighty's command; And the works of the Almighty ...
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