British Georgics. June (James Grahame Poems)
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
ADAM and EVE's unhappy, sinful, Race,Late heirs apparent of the fiery lake,To you, great joy is come — your sorrows ...
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
In stature the Manlet was dwarfishNo burly, big Blunderbore he;And he wearily gazed on the crawfishHis Wifelet had dressed for ...
'Tis the witching hour of night,Orbed is the moon and bright,And the stars they glisten, glisten,Seeming with bright eyes to ...
On the snow-line of the summit stood the Spaniard's English slave;And the frighted condor westward flew afar—-Where the torch of ...
Light, like a closing flower, covers to earth her herds, Out of the world we only watch for the rise of ...
I sing the pale ballades of eld, Of kisses lost without reward, And lo, on love's luxurious sward,The nuptials of the sick ...
IHe who has looked upon EarthDeeper than flower and fruit,Losing some hue of his mirth,As the tree striking rock at ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
In our Museum galleriesTo-day I lingered o'er the prizeDead Greece vouchsafes to living eyes,-Her Art for ever in fresh wiseFrom ...
'TIS nine o'clock:-to bed! cried Egremont,Who with his youthful household (for 'tis nowLong since) inhabited a lonely homeIn the Australian ...
Bursts from a rending East in flawsThe young green leaflet's harrier, swornTo strew the garden, strip the shaws,And show our ...
There is nothing more that they can do For all their rage and boast;Caiaphas with his blaspheming crew, Herod with ...
IThe day that is the night of days,With cannon-fire for sun ablazeWe spy from any billow's lift;And England still this ...
WHEN I remember with what buoyant heart, Midst war's alarms and woes of civil strife, In youthful eagerness, thou didst ...
ILeave the uproar: at a leapThou shalt strike a woodland path,Enter silence, not of sleep,Under shadows, not of wrath;Breath which ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
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