Jock Buchan (Alexander Anderson Poems)
I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,While I was ...
I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,While I was ...
WHERE are now the Captains Of the narrow ships of old Who with valiant souls went seeking For the Fabled ...
The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue ...
Looks as though a cyclone hit him—Can't buy clothes that seem to fit him;An' his cheeks are rough like leather,Made ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
WHEN, soul in soul reflected, We breathed an ?thered air, When we neglected All things elsewhere, And left the friendly ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
RUSTICITY'S ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart is nobly warm, The good excuse will find. ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
The pure products of America go crazy- mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its ...
To-day within a grog-shop near I saw a newly captured linnet, Who beat against his cage in fear, And fell ...
BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime Change, in the transformation scene, At Christmas, in ...
Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, Exhausted face? It ...
I wish I could, like some, forget, and never anguish, nor regret, dismissive, free to roam the street, no matter ...
O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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