By The Grave of Livingstone (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Das T?chtige wenns wahrhaft ist,Wirkt ?ber alle zeiten hinaus.—GoetheLet there be fingers on the lips to-day, And footsteps check'd to ...
Das T?chtige wenns wahrhaft ist,Wirkt ?ber alle zeiten hinaus.—GoetheLet there be fingers on the lips to-day, And footsteps check'd to ...
Oh, the summer time is beautiful, with all its sunny sky,The soft sweet carol of the birds and streams that ...
O, how bright were those early summers When, like Heaven's own dazzling bow,All the rapt, deep life of the poet ...
Sam Adamson, the driver, heFlung a bunch of waste to me."That's to keep your hands," he said,Then he turned and ...
The still gods, though they move apart From interchange of thoughts with men,Yearn to come down, and, in the mart, ...
God said, "I take my stand behindMen, Nature, and the shaping mind.And cry, 'The open secret liesTo him who reads ...
I look back to my early life, When I was seventeen or so;When Love first shed his rosy strife, And ...
I hate your Sterne, though still at times, When for a lighter half-hour yearning,I toss aside unfinish'd rhymes For Uncle ...
One night, returning from my work, I saw A woman standing by the churchyard gate,And in her eyes a look ...
We danced at night in the farm-house, While, fifty yards away,We could hear the rush of the engines When the ...
The poet is not for the crowd; he stands An isolation from the multitude,And breathes a breath which comes from ...
I sit afore a half-oot fire, An' I am a' my lane,Nae frien' or fremit daun'ers in, For a' my ...
I miss my bonnie bairn, I miss him unco sair,I miss him stan'in' at the door, I miss him up ...
Is there any room for the poet In this nineteenth century time—Room for the poet for singing His thoughts and ...
Within the rough four-foot he lay, A touch of blood on breast and wing—His life-blood, that had sent away This ...
So thanks again; in after years That down the slope of time will range,With fading hopes and many fears, And ...
Here's wee Tam aside the fire, Soun' as soun' can be,Tangs across his wee fat legs, Heid upon his knee.Wauken, ...
O, mither, sing a sang to the bairns, When the nicht-fa' gathers them in;Wee Jamie oot at his elbows an' ...
Is wee Jamie waukin' yet? Lyin' unco lang;Better cuddlin' in his bed When his mammy's thrang.Here he's comin' ow'r the ...
Dingle, dingle doozie, Hoo he lauchs to see'tWhirlin' roun' an' up an' doon, Frae his heid an' feet.Keep his dumpy ...
Just a peep from a carriage window, As we stood for a moment still,Just one look—and no more—till the engine ...
The poet looks on human things,And, as his mood is, so he sings,And lets his fingers touch the strings.And as ...
I like to see in graceful row My modest pipes upon the wall,For there they make a dainty show, And ...
The swart smoke geni with his heart aglow, And all his giant strength and vigour strung,To help our toiling lower ...
A voice from dreamland said to me—"Poet, what music is in thee?Ring it out until it findA nook for rest ...
I heard a voice—the voice of Fate—That whispered when the hour was late—"The past claims all things soon or late."The ...
The splendid demon with the lurid eyes, Wherein, as when a serpent bites its coil Nearing its death—hate having felt ...
A sound is in my ear to-day, And playful fancies with it throng;It follows me and all the way It ...
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