A Walk To Pamphy Linns (Alexander Anderson Poems)
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
Alone. For Jack has gone away, To hide his head in proofs and letters;And left me here to spend the ...
Daft Ailie cam' in by the auld brig-en' As the sunlicht, saft an' sweet,Fell doon on the laigh, white wa's ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
The Nith has a weird, weird soun' the nicht, As it swurls through the big black pool,An' the win' comin' ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
Young Eliore lay dreaming, and the lightOf the young sun came in, and angel brightIt made her, as within her ...
Frae the schulehoose that sat at the heid o' the green,To the fit o' the toon where the smiddy was ...
Aflush from the far land of song he came To us;His harp was strung with fiery threads of flame, ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
England, amid thy great in this great time One man, white-haired, with misty, flashing eyesLooms from the rest, in his ...
The Rev. John Donaldson, M.A., Kirkconnel. "Ave Atque Vale."A brooding quiet rests to-day On all the well-known hills around;Spring lingers ...
That was Nottman waving at me,But the steam fell down, so you could not see;He is out to-day with the ...
The first break in our happy household hearth Was my broad manly son, and far awayHe sleeps, while by the ...
It was a little grave—So little, you could almost think the sextonHad, in his weary labour, left a sod—A single ...
You want to see Wylie's stone—look here;But stop where you are till the line is clear;Pullman express from the south ...
I walked for an hour in Selkirk, In the folds of a noonday dream;And through it there ran for music ...
Hoo cantie was I in my youth, Afore I ever thocht to range,Or leave my hame, an' be, in sooth, ...
The great Earth said to the poet, "What are your paltry wrongs,That still you must worship your sorrows, And fashion ...
We danced at night in the farm-house, While, fifty yards away,We could hear the rush of the engines When the ...
So thanks again; in after years That down the slope of time will range,With fading hopes and many fears, And ...
Life said to the soul of the poet— "Of the gifts I can offer to thee,Thou hast turned from them ...
The hills remain; they lift their brows Against the splendour of the skies;The dawn a paler crimson grows, Each night ...
The hills aroon' oor ain wee toon Are no' like ither hills to me,They're sweet to see in simmer licht, ...
Over the meadow is singing A lark as loud as can be;He is lord of the air, and his music ...
Shadow and light are lying On all the hills I see;Flicker of shadow and sunshine On wood and stream and ...
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