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 ...
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 ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
What does the mighty engine say, Rolling along Swift and strong,Slow or fast as his driver may,Hour by ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
Come, fling for a moment, my fellows, The pick and shovel aside,And rise from the moil of our ten hours' ...
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
To Sir Noel PatonI lay in the depths of dreamland, Above me the sky was clear,And only a single blue-bell ...
Here in the city as I sit, The twilight filling all the room,I dream, and as my fancies flit, They ...
You smile, and half in jest you askA song from me. A simple task,If he who sings had all the ...
In Eden every flower is blown. Amen.—His own epitaphA happy time in my young life—when dreams Ran in sweet thrills ...
"I speak of one, from many singled out—One of those heavenly days that cannot die."—WordsworthThere is a lustre in the ...
A worker on the rail, where, day by day, The engine storms along,And sends forth, as he thunders on his ...
I stood in the summer evening By the side of the Pastor's Pool;Above, the manse in the woodland Lay hid ...
No book to-night; but let me sitAnd watch the firelight change and flit,And let me think of other laysThan those ...
The years have sped since first we met, Here, in the city's toil and roar;Brief space in looking back, and ...
The long deep grass is springing by the edges of the streams,And the trees have found a secret that bursts ...
He who, in his young sweet lifetime, When his heart with its visions was rife,Hath felt not the worship of ...
I hear the lark to-day; he sings Against a hazy April cloud—The glorious little soul with wings! Who sings so ...
I push the little gate aside,I leave behind all human pride,For here the grass is waving wide.With careless eye I ...
God said, "I will reach my hand down to earth,That man may have in him a purer birth;For the melody ...
Just at the corner of the street,Where meet the tides of human feet,She sits; a pity on her face,That will ...
The hills in the Hielands are bonnie, Wi' the licht an' the shadow at play;An' the winds that mak' redder ...
The first sweet wind of the summer Is breathing upon my cheek,And swaying the heads of the grasses That throb ...
I stand alone on the hillside, The scent of heather about;I am so free of the city That I leap ...
What dreams were mine to-night, O fond romance, That came upon me like a summer sleep, And bound me so ...
I lay amid the wreck of a rude time, When men were rough as the huge beams they laid For ...
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