Books (Alexander Anderson Poems)
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
Bless her dear little heart!" said my mate, and he pointed out to me, Fifty yards to the right, in ...
I see yet, bright as summer beams, The spot where all my childhood wander'd,And where, in rich Arabian dreams, I ...
Lying full-length upon the summer grass,And by the murmur of a summer stream,I heard the village bell, and turning roundTo ...
O a' the ills that come to swall a wearit mither's grief,The warst is when her laddie winna tak' his ...
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