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 pilgrim of the wilds to-day, I lie by Cameron's stone,And let my fancy roam and play, And take sweet ...
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 meines Lebens goldne zeit.—SchillerO the youth of love and madness! let me sing another songEre the cynic grows upon ...
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 ...
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
"Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, ...
Young Eliore lay dreaming, and the lightOf the young sun came in, and angel brightIt made her, as within her ...
From hill-encircled Windermere, And all through happy Ambleside,Where every nook and spot were dear, A gentle Spirit was my guide.He ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
I was a shepherd in the Tempean vale, I heard Apollo play,And send sweet music, like a lover's tale, Throughout ...
Bless her dear little heart!" said my mate, and he pointed out to me, Fifty yards to the right, in ...
A sweet love-song, whose early touch— Ere yet the master-hand grew strongTo strike the chords that felt at such The ...
Aflush from the far land of song he came To us;His harp was strung with fiery threads of flame, ...
I heard beneath my feet the clear sharp ring Of grinding rail and wheel,I felt, as on we sped with ...
I hear the winds of summer rush Above my head to-day,As here I sit by Connelbush To dream one hour ...
On fire-horses and wind-horses we career.—CarlyleHurrah! for the mighty engine, As he bounds along his track:Hurrah, for the life that ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
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' ...
Move upward, working out the brute, And let the ape and tiger die. —TennysonAy, in heaven's name, let us move ...
Nicht darf ich dir zu gleichen mich vermessen.— GoetheI know not how to sing a song to-day—Thou in the spirit, ...
To Sir Noel PatonI lay in the depths of dreamland, Above me the sky was clear,And only a single blue-bell ...
Who are the heroes we hail to-day,And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?Is it the warrior back again,To be ...
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 ...
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 ...
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