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 ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
SOMEWHERE I read a strange, old, rusty taleSmelling of war; most curiously namedThe Mad Recreant Knight of the West.Once, you ...
BESIDE a stricken field I stood;On the torn turf, on grass and wood,Hung heavily the dew of blood.Still in their ...
His silent spirit from the place Slid forth unseen; amid the throngOf those whose love outlived disgrace,- Whose fealty to the last ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
"THEY had brought in such sheafs of hair, And flung them all about us there In the loud noonday's heat ...
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
All through the night and in the next day's lightThe endless columns came. Here was Defeat.The men marched doggedly, and ...
This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:— There spread a cloud of dust along a plain; And underneath ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
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