British Georgics. January (James Grahame Poems)
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
Here's a vestibule. On holidaysOvercome by slavish fear,The whole population, in a state of awe,Rushes to the sacred doors.Having left ...
Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;Cafes glittering like jeweled teeth;High-flung signsBlinking yellow phosphorescent eyes;Girls in blackCircling monotonouslyAbout the orange lights…Nothing ...
1People who have no children can be hard:Attain a mail of ice and insolence:Need not pause in the fire, and ...
From sunward rocks the icicle's faint drop,By lonely river side, is heard, at times,To break the silence deep; for now ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
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