Aeolian Harp (William Allingham Poem)
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim, That dearest meed is granted-honest fame; Waen here your favour is the actor's ...
MY 1 heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty old mother has scarce such ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule Night when we were fu', Ha, ...
DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide, I'd rather sit wi' you than ride, Though 'twere wi' royal Geordie: And ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
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