Erratic Musings (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
Der Schulfreund wird nie vergessen."—Jean PaulYour Edinburgh is well enough— Stone picture of the past and present;But we have in ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
On fire-horses and wind-horses we career.—CarlyleHurrah! for the mighty engine, As he bounds along his track:Hurrah, for the life that ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
"Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,Forget the spreading of the hideous town."—The Earthly ParadiseYes, William Morris, it were well ...
He's a deil o' a wean—what ava can he mean?Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;Here's his ...
L`amor che muove il Sole e l'altre stelle. —DanteI have flung away my Dante, weary with the sounding line,And the ...
On what part of this rough and toiling planet Are you now this lonely hour—sweet Janet, say?O, tell me if ...
In Eden every flower is blown. Amen.—His own epitaphA happy time in my young life—when dreams Ran in sweet thrills ...
Old Adam breaking stones by the wayside, Leans on his hammer for a moment's space,Then turns away his head, as ...
Wee tottie's the smile that lichts up oor hearthstane—A dumpy bit thing that can scarce gang her lane;Yet what aul'-farrant ...
All pale by the dungeon door he stands, His own sweet sky above,And he holds a book in his trembling ...
I sat by night and read the Book,Till doubt was mingled with my look,And dimness lay before my eyes,As mists ...
The twilight is here, and the stars are met, They wander side by side,They whisper love, for their eyes are ...
Ah, what to me is Homer's song With Greek and Trojan life alive,Virgil's that flood-like bears along The fall of ...
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