British Georgics. July (James Grahame Poems)
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,How the handsome YenadizzeDanced at Hiawatha's wedding;How the gentle Chibiabos,He the sweetest of musicians,Sang his songs ...
'Tis past! no more the Summer blooms!Ascending in the rear,Behold congenial Autumn comes,The Sabbath of the year!What time thy holy ...
HOW deep within each human heart,A thousand treasured feelings lie;Things precious, delicate, apart,Too sensitive for human eye.Our purest feelings, and ...
Since all that is not Heaven must fade,Light be the hand of Ruin laid Upon the home I love:With lulling spell ...
In my dream, methought I trod,Yesternight, a mountain road;Narrow as Al Sirat's span,High as eagle's flight, it ran.Overhead, a roof ...
I play'd with you 'mid cowslips blowing,When I was six and you were four;When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,Were pleasures soon ...
A HEAP of low, dark, rocky coast, Unknown to foot or feather!A sea-voice moaning like a ghost; And fits of fiery weather!The ...
IN the deep hollow of this sheltered dellI hear the rude winds chant their giant stavesFar, far beyond me, where ...
Oh, deem not, though her spirit hath defiedScandal, and Scorn, the taunts of lying lips,That Pride hath clouded it with ...
A BIRD, a wild-flower and a tree--I care for them, not they for me.I see all heaven in a pool--But ...
OH, fatal fruits, nurtured with tears and blood! To taste your richness, we have given youth, Unshadowed mirth, and calm ...
THE world is bright before thee,Its summer flowers are thine,Its calm blue sky is o'er thee,Thy bosom Pleasure's shrine;And thine ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
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