The Shepherd’s Week : Friday; or, The Dirge (John Gay Poems)
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
Poor Tray charmant!Poor Tray de mon Ami!-- Dog-bury, and Vergers.Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,Now his fleeting ...
The rain comes flapping through the yardlike a tablecloth that she hand-embroidered.My mother has left it on the line.It is ...
Around this lovely valley riseThe purple hills of Paradise.O, softly on yon banks of haze,Her rosy face the Summer lays!Becalmed ...
Now in the soft spring midnight There's rush of wings and whirr,Birds flying softly, swiftly; The night's a-flutter, a-stir.Home by the bitter ...
Long ago and long ago, And long ago still, There dwelt three merry maidens Upon a distant hill. One was ...
There were thick leaves above me and around, And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep,Amidst their dimness, and ...
Once, on the far blue hills, Alone with the pine and the cloud, in those high still places; Alone ...
AIR--_"The Braes of Balquhidder."_ Now the beams of May morn On the mountains are streaming, And ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The lily's withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech-trees on the wold The last ...
Now that we've come to the end I've been trying to piece it together, Not that distance makes anything clearer. ...
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