Omar Khayyam (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Was it of wine and all its purple glow,Or roses when the seasons bade them blow, That Omar Khayyam, he ...
Was it of wine and all its purple glow,Or roses when the seasons bade them blow, That Omar Khayyam, he ...
I sit by the narrow window, Ere the summer sunlight dies,And before me the "Faust" of Goethe, In its strange, ...
Beside the manse the river flows This sweet and tender summer day,While soft winds wanton round the rose, Or dally ...
Ah! why will my heart beat faint and low At the sound of the falling leaves?And why do I turn ...
In my boyhood time long years ago, When life was half divine,I read, with a horror you may not know, ...
One star alone from the blue sky Looks down upon the simple stream,With such a quiet, loving eye, That I ...
I stood within a wood, and heard the wind Keep up its music in the solemn trees,But this could soothe ...
From the dim, dread veil that in wisdom is cast Between men and the shadowy scopeOf the future, the young ...
Ah! often when coming from labour, When I hear the children play,There rises within me a vision Of the school-house ...
I push the little gate aside,I leave behind all human pride,For here the grass is waving wide.With careless eye I ...
O, glad New Year, with what a wealth of hope Thou comest to the world of toiling men,Bringing glad days ...
The first sweet wind of the summer Is breathing upon my cheek,And swaying the heads of the grasses That throb ...
I walk through the golden autumn wood When the leaves are in their decay:And my heart leaps into its solemn ...
The wings of the dear old past, Annie, Are falling over me,And again my thoughts take their flight, Annie, Over ...
I walk the old familiar ways Beside my native stream,I think of half-forgotten days, And as I think I dream.O, ...
Sweet Jenny by the Solway Sands, Fair Jenny by the Cree;This rose that once lay in thy hands, Still speaks ...
Du dieu qui nous cr?a la cl?mence infinie, Pour adoucir, &c.The God who made us in infinite pow'r,To cheer the ...
At rest amid the flush of golden corn, When rest is short and sweet;At rest from toil begun at early ...
A dove went up, and struck the air Impatiently with all her wing; I said, "O bird thy journeyingIs like ...
If I were somewhat younger In years—say twenty-five; And you a little older, Then love might surely thrive,And ...
The splendid demon with the lurid eyes, Wherein, as when a serpent bites its coil Nearing its death—hate having felt ...
A blessing on the tinkers, and on him Who was their monarch—he who laid him down Within a prison house ...
O! just to see you again, Annie, To walk with your hand in mine;To stand by your side and look, ...
To be at Yarrow—this is no high wish, And yet what magic wraps the name. To stand Alone in the ...
Spirit that walkest on these waters, now Unseen but ever heard, take thou the form Most suited to thy wish, ...
Wherever genius whispers, "Here shall be An immortality for men and time To worship," there the ages grow sublimeAnd break ...
Dare I profane the wreath, and with blind aim Snatch from the cunning gods who hold above The heads of ...
When life is young, and dreams are sweet, And golden light is in the sky,And Hope, with flowers about her ...
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