December (John Payne Poems)
THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rimeAnd in the air a stillness as of deathTh'approach of some portentousness foresaith.December ...
THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rimeAnd in the air a stillness as of deathTh'approach of some portentousness foresaith.December ...
CHRIST WAS BORN, KING OF GLORYin midwinter, mighty prince,eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,Healer, called, heaven's ...
And—'Yonder look! yoho! yoho! Nancy is off!' the farmer cried, Advancing by the river side, Red-kerchieft and brown-coated;—'So, My girl, ...
The Lady Lorraine was sweet and fair; The Lady Lorraine was young; She had wonderful eyes and glorious hair, And ...
The troubles of life are many, The pleasures of life are few;When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt ...
Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strandAnd lord of the billowy sea;Lord of the sea and lord of ...
Farewell to thee, December!-thou art bearing on thy blast The fleeting moments of the year-how very near the last; Eldest ...
This path will tell me where dark daisies dance To the white sycamores that dell them in; Where ...
I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go IAnd all I have is a long ...
WE saw thee from the mountain tops, we hailed thee from the strand,And the murmur of thy coming was like ...
The first day of Yule, I gave my dearest dearSprigs of berried hollins from a bush at Buttermere.The second day ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
CAULD is the e'enin blast, O' Boreas o'er the pool, An' dawin' it is dreary, When birks are bare at ...
THE BLUDE-RED rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, The frost may freeze the deepest sea; ...
Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule Night when we were fu', Ha, ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
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