A Summer Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
Resolved my gratitude to show,Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,Too long I have my thanks delay'd;Your favours left too ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
A MAN! A man! There is a man loose in Canada,A man of heroic mould, a 'throwback' of earlier ages,Vigorous, ...
Argument:Little Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey.There came a black spider,Which sat down beside her,And frightened Miss ...
In stature the Manlet was dwarfishNo burly, big Blunderbore he;And he wearily gazed on the crawfishHis Wifelet had dressed for ...
Upon the grass no longer hangs the dew;Forth hies the mower with his glittering scythe,In snowy shirt bedight, and all ...
Little Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet,(Which never occurred to the rest of us)And, as 'twas a June day, and just ...
NOT fingers that e'er feltFine things within their holdDrew needles in and through,And smoothed out the fold,And put the hodden ...
Good wholesome labour was his exercise,Down with the lamb, and with the lark would rise:In mire and toiling sweat he ...
Mine is the lifter of mountains, thecowherd, and none other.O sadhus! there is no other—I have seenthe whole world.I left ...
On a pebly shore, where forevermoreGently creeps a music laden wave —In the meadows green, which beyond are seen,Camps a ...
Addressed to Jonathan Wingle, Esq.All those who quality do prizeMust study color, taste and sizeAnd keep their dishes clean and ...
Shun the brush and shun the pen,Shun the ways of clever men,When they prove that black is white,Whey they swear ...
From the Modern Persian._The greater and the lesser ills:_ He waved his grey hand wearily Back to the anger of ...
Sweetly solemn see them stand, Spinning churns on either hand, Neatly capped and aproned white Airy fairy dairy sight. Jersey ...
Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds ...
Will you conquer my heart with your beauty; my sould going out from afar? Shall I fall to your hand ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! ...
Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from ...
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