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 ...
A Humorous Reading A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an' Maggie Blair,An' mony wusses, said an' thinkit,They had that ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
Two angels, as I grew up glad and gay From golden infancy,Were with me, walking all along the way On ...
Hurrah for this rough brown giant of ours! He stood by the side of GodWhen the stars were shot from ...
O whaur hae ye been, my bonnie, bonnie bairns, Sae lang awa' frae me?Come in, come in, for I'm weary ...
O meines Lebens goldne zeit.—SchillerO the youth of love and madness! let me sing another songEre the cynic grows upon ...
Daft Ailie cam' in by the auld brig-en' As the sunlicht, saft an' sweet,Fell doon on the laigh, white wa's ...
A fiddler sits, wha has never been seen, On the ledgin' o' Boglebriggs;An' aye when the clock strikes the midnicht ...
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 ...
A sweet love-song, whose early touch— Ere yet the master-hand grew strongTo strike the chords that felt at such The ...
I hear the winds of summer rush Above my head to-day,As here I sit by Connelbush To dream one hour ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
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 ...
Rachel, soft and shy and blushing, pass'd into the angel wife, Tears of joy within the rapture of her sweetly-drooping ...
Bright the firelight touch'd his portrait hanging on our humble wall, But a sweeter light was in us, with a ...
L`amor che muove il Sole e l'altre stelle. —DanteI have flung away my Dante, weary with the sounding line,And the ...
Here in the city as I sit, The twilight filling all the room,I dream, and as my fancies flit, They ...
I stood upon the four-foot way Amid the haunts I knew so well,The sunshine of an April day Was over ...
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 ...
At God's right hand the angels stand In the courts of Heaven above,They bow with folded wings ere they fly ...
Ane sings the lassie that he lo'es, Gangs daft aboot her lips an' een;Anither, burns, an' heichts, an' howes, An' ...
I lift this old Communion Cup,And, lo!—what visions gather upLike white clouds on a summer dayWhen all the winds have ...
Oh, the summer time is beautiful, with all its sunny sky,The soft sweet carol of the birds and streams that ...
Bonnie May Wyllie cam' oot o' the toun When the deein' sunlicht layOn the lang green howms o' the windin' ...
No book to-night; but let me sitAnd watch the firelight change and flit,And let me think of other laysThan those ...
It was a little grave—So little, you could almost think the sextonHad, in his weary labour, left a sod—A single ...
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