Blind Matthew (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Blind Matthew, coming down the village street With slow, sure footsteps, pauses for a while,And in the sunlight falling soft ...
Blind Matthew, coming down the village street With slow, sure footsteps, pauses for a while,And in the sunlight falling soft ...
Ah, the stream by the ruin in the wood Has long ago run dry,And the only voice in the solitude ...
The feeble infant, but an hour in life, Lay wailing in our arms, while on the bedSlept, like a faded ...
On the down line, and close beside the rail, A tender violet grew,A sister spirit, when the stars grew pale, ...
Old Adam breaking stones by the wayside, Leans on his hammer for a moment's space,Then turns away his head, as ...
The great Lars Andersonicus, Who dwelleth in the South,Who hath the front of Grecian Jove And the heavy bearded mouth,He ...
Hoo cantie was I in my youth, Afore I ever thocht to range,Or leave my hame, an' be, in sooth, ...
The still gods, though they move apart From interchange of thoughts with men,Yearn to come down, and, in the mart, ...
The spirit of God fell on him, and he pass'd From out the common bounds wherein we move,And like a ...
Bring him to England, for the goal is won; The grand old man, whose soul was as a sparkFrom the ...
I stood in a dream between Life and Death, And I whisper'd to the twain—"Now, which of you has the ...
The dead man in the chamber dimLay, with the silence over him.The weary feet and weary breastOf eighty-five were now ...
Away from all the restless street, The whirlpool of the toiling race,Where Traffic in the dusty heat Toils with the ...
Oh, glorious time! (my spirit thus must speak). The incensed breeze from every nook is blown,And soft, as if a ...
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 ...
God said, "I take my stand behindMen, Nature, and the shaping mind.And cry, 'The open secret liesTo him who reads ...
In the chamber of death underground, Came these words to touch men to the heart,Bring tears to the eyes, and ...
The way that it came about was this— I was stoker for over two years to Bill,But do as we ...
I sat in the house of the master, With the Pentland Hills in view,And in at the open window The ...
What lark remembers when he sings, From where the clouds are dim and grey,His brothers of the former springs, Who ...
I went to-night by the wooden bridge That steps across the stream;And I leant a little over its ledge To ...
On New Year's Night I met with Kate, The pretty hostess of our party;And we were in our palmiest state ...
I see him yet, that grey old man, Whose fiddle made many a winter nightPass by as only fiddlers can, ...
I work upon the line to-day, The rails on either side of me,But all my fancies wing their way, Like ...
Was it of wine and all its purple glow,Or roses when the seasons bade them blow, That Omar Khayyam, he ...
A little cottage just atop the brae, That now within its patch of ground is shown, Stood for long years ...
Death came to the earth, by his side was Spring, They came from God's own bowers,And the earth was full ...
I sit by the narrow window, Ere the summer sunlight dies,And before me the "Faust" of Goethe, In its strange, ...
When first I saw the Tweed, the light Of autumn, tender, sad and grey,Lay on the Eildon's triple height, And ...
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