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 ...
BOOK I.I.I sing the Cross!—Ye white-robed angel choirs,Who know the chords of harmony to sweep,Ye who o'er holy David's varying ...
The plaint and the advice of Dives hear,From hell's hot furnace, and outrageous flame,To his five brethren, and his kinsfolk ...
ON Gask's deserted ancient hallWas twilight closing fast,And, in its dismal shadows, allSeem'd lofty, void, and vast.All sounds of life, ...
O wandering dim on the extremest edge Of God's bright providence, whose spirits sighDrearily in you, like the winter sedge That shivers ...
Their rugs are sodden, their heads are down, their tails are turned to the storm;(Would you know them, you that ...
"Casa mia, casa mia,Per piccina che tu sia,Tu mi pari una badia." Thou wert born where huge Missouri, Rushing heretofore alone, Bears to ...
I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where;For, so swiftly it flew, the sightCould ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM, ONMEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER AND THREEOTHER LADIES AT AN INN ON ...
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, ...
"Below the Mill Dam" --Traffics and Discoveries Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, Are changing 'neath our hand. Our fathers also ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray- And hope but shed a dying spark ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, unbroke by rules of art, He pours the wild effusions of the heart; And if inspir'd 'tis ...
We couldn't sit and study for the law; The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand; For our riot blood ...
Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well Not to rest near his pillow below; ...
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