Beechenbrook – IV (Margaret Junkin Preston Poems)
"I am weary and worn,--I am hungry and chill, And cuttingly strikes the keen blast o'er the hill; All day I have ...
"I am weary and worn,--I am hungry and chill, And cuttingly strikes the keen blast o'er the hill; All day I have ...
Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies,Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries,Should warn you hence, where ...
AS round the room, with tentless speed,Young Delia tripp'd it finely,A looking-glass, so Fate decreed,She broke, but not design'dly.A looking-glass ...
Halt!—the march is over, Day is almost done;Loose the cumbrous knapsack, Drop the heavy gun.Chilled and wet and weary, Wander to and fro,Seeking ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
IT was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I held awa to ...
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