The Wild Duck And Her Brood (James Grahame Poems)
How calm that little lake! no breath of windSighs through the reeds; a clear abyss it seems,Held in the concave ...
How calm that little lake! no breath of windSighs through the reeds; a clear abyss it seems,Held in the concave ...
Over wastes of blasted heather,Where the pine-trees stand together,Evermore my footsteps wander,Evermore the shadows yonderDeepen into gloom.Where there lies a ...
I'd like to be a water-lily sleeping on the river,Where solemn rushes whisper, and funny ripples quiver.All day I'd watch ...
Slow glides the Nile: amid the margin flags,Closed in a bulrush ark, the babe is left, —Left by a mother's ...
I have been dying a long timeIn this cool valley-land, this green bowl ringed by hills—The cup of a giant ...
Upon a reed-pond in a meadow,Like moonlit snow all pale and gleaming,Once bloomed a silver water-lily,Upon a reed-pond in a ...
……………….SometimesThe young forgot the lessons they had learnt,And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a PoemPassa ...
"On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the ...
(OBERON loquitur.)ALAS! they have stolen my Fairy Princess, And where they have hidden her I cannot guess. But my life ...
Here is a problem, a wonder for all to see. Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my ...
Once more the lark with song and speedCleaves through the dawn, his hurried bars^;Fall, like the flute of GanymedeTwirling and ...
Water and marble and that silentnessWhich is not broken by a wheel or hoof;A city like a water-lily, lessSeen than ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own ...
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream; I wish no happier one than to be laid Beneath a ...
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the ...
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