Killin (Alexander Anderson Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
I see yet, bright as summer beams, The spot where all my childhood wander'd,And where, in rich Arabian dreams, I ...
Rachel, soft and shy and blushing, pass'd into the angel wife, Tears of joy within the rapture of her sweetly-drooping ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
Bright the firelight touch'd his portrait hanging on our humble wall, But a sweeter light was in us, with a ...
Grey tree within the churchyard old, Why stir thy leaves to-night?Why moan thy branches in the cold And shake as ...
L`amor che muove il Sole e l'altre stelle. —DanteI have flung away my Dante, weary with the sounding line,And the ...
On what part of this rough and toiling planet Are you now this lonely hour—sweet Janet, say?O, tell me if ...
A tender light, when I look back, Is all that I can seeOf that sweet time and that sweet walk— ...
I stood upon the four-foot way Amid the haunts I knew so well,The sunshine of an April day Was over ...
You smile, and half in jest you askA song from me. A simple task,If he who sings had all the ...
God wrapt him in a world of purer light And clearer thought. His soulPulsed into being, gifted with far might. ...
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 ...
"I speak of one, from many singled out—One of those heavenly days that cannot die."—WordsworthThere is a lustre in the ...
This is what Bob Cruikshanks said,With a doubtful shake of the head, And an oily hand that began to feelRound ...
Back on the wrong line, that was all, Back in the morning, dusky and drear,Simple enough such a thing you ...
I stood in the summer evening By the side of the Pastor's Pool;Above, the manse in the woodland Lay hid ...
Du Wonne der Natur.—Schiller.O come away to the woodland bowers, Where the shade is soft and sweet,And pillow the head ...
I lift this old Communion Cup,And, lo!—what visions gather upLike white clouds on a summer dayWhen all the winds have ...
No book to-night; but let me sitAnd watch the firelight change and flit,And let me think of other laysThan those ...
Oh, the summer time is beautiful, with all its sunny sky,The soft sweet carol of the birds and streams that ...
Those simple daisies which you view, Last year, when summer winds did wave,And clouds were white with sunshine, grew Upon ...
O, how bright were those early summers When, like Heaven's own dazzling bow,All the rapt, deep life of the poet ...
The years have sped since first we met, Here, in the city's toil and roar;Brief space in looking back, and ...
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 sat—in church, of course—and heard The parson thunder forth his sermon."The text!" you say—well that's absurd, You ask me ...
I take the letter up with anxious eyes, And open it with beating heart, and there,Within the folded sheet before ...
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