The Highlanders: Part IV (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
OR SKETCHES OF HIGHLAND SCENERY AND MANNERS: WITH SOME REFLECTIONS ON EMIGRATION. WRITTEN DURING THE AUTHOR'S RECOVERY FROM A LONG ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in DON TOMMASO'S House. ANNICCA discovered, attired in mourning. Enter DON TOMMASO.DON TOMMASO.If he still ...
ELLA kept anxious vigil by the bed: How strange it is to watch through creeping hours A face which was ...
I thought I had forever lost, Alas, though still so young, The tender joys and sorrows all, That ...
SEE where on Alpine heights the hunter keen Follows the feather-footed chamois's flight,Now on the brink of fearful abyss ...
STAID sires of maids divine, they strut, rotund,Climax of culture and peace, these fattedmagnates,Who wallow through the towns their torpor ...
Ah, lute, how well I know each tone of thee, From shrillest treble unto solemn bass, The power of every ...
I heard today that one, who sometime reigned The hauty mistress of my captive will, Had of that mortal cup ...
All summer I heard them rustling in the shrubbery, outracing me from tier to tier in my garden, a whisper ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces ...
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