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 ...
Der Schulfreund wird nie vergessen."—Jean PaulYour Edinburgh is well enough— Stone picture of the past and present;But we have in ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
Frae the schulehoose that sat at the heid o' the green,To the fit o' the toon where the smiddy was ...
You were dead, they said; In the churchyard had been laid,Many weeks ago, the dust whose youth was in ...
Come, fling for a moment, my fellows, The pick and shovel aside,And rise from the moil of our ten hours' ...
Nicht darf ich dir zu gleichen mich vermessen.— GoetheI know not how to sing a song to-day—Thou in the spirit, ...
I see yet, bright as summer beams, The spot where all my childhood wander'd,And where, in rich Arabian dreams, I ...
The little village sleeps to-day,Save but for children at their play.The white clouds show their snowy breastAbove Glen-Aylmer's grassy crest.And ...
Grey tree within the churchyard old, Why stir thy leaves to-night?Why moan thy branches in the cold And shake as ...
A tender light, when I look back, Is all that I can seeOf that sweet time and that sweet walk— ...
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 ...
Lying full-length upon the summer grass,And by the murmur of a summer stream,I heard the village bell, and turning roundTo ...
More coal, Bill, he said, and he held his watch to the light of the glowing fire; "We are now ...
I sit upon a shattered shaft, as if Time, worn and blind,Had smote himself in sudden rage and left one ...
The sea, as by some inner demon stung, Hath burst its glassy prison, and on highA thousand waves in black ...
O, eine edle Himmelsgabe istDas licht des auges.—SchillerOur little Ella, with her love and light, Made our sweet home a ...
A dream of youth has grown to fruit, Though years it was in blossom;It lay, like touch of summer light, ...
I take the letter up with anxious eyes, And open it with beating heart, and there,Within the folded sheet before ...
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 ...
The feeble infant, but an hour in life, Lay wailing in our arms, while on the bedSlept, like a faded ...
No, the railway wasn't a fitting placeFor a man like him, at least one in his case;But though deaf and ...
Bertha grew up to noble womanhood Full of the light of smiles, and in her eyes,As sweet as spring flowers ...
He who, in his young sweet lifetime, When his heart with its visions was rife,Hath felt not the worship of ...
I went to-night by the wooden bridge That steps across the stream;And I leant a little over its ledge To ...
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