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 ...
O meines Lebens goldne zeit.—SchillerO the youth of love and madness! let me sing another songEre the cynic grows upon ...
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 ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
Into all the onward current and this iron time that feels Its own way with din and clamour through this ...
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, ...
On fire-horses and wind-horses we career.—CarlyleHurrah! for the mighty engine, As he bounds along his track:Hurrah, for the life that ...
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 ...
Who are the heroes we hail to-day,And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?Is it the warrior back again,To be ...
To Sir Noel PatonI lay in the depths of dreamland, Above me the sky was clear,And only a single blue-bell ...
I heard this old legend a few days ago— A legend so quaint Of Ireland's saint, That to lighten my ...
L`amor che muove il Sole e l'altre stelle. —DanteI have flung away my Dante, weary with the sounding line,And the ...
God wrapt him in a world of purer light And clearer thought. His soulPulsed into being, gifted with far might. ...
Come forth, and bring with thee a mind That rises to the poet's mood;And leave the village far behind, And ...
"I speak of one, from many singled out—One of those heavenly days that cannot die."—WordsworthThere is a lustre in the ...
He is made one with Nature; there is heardHis voice in all her music.—ShelleyThere be more things within that far-off ...
O, how bright were those early summers When, like Heaven's own dazzling bow,All the rapt, deep life of the poet ...
Ah me! for all my toil and search, And rhyming, till the muse grow surly,I doubt I ne'er shall hook ...
The street to-night is empty, And the last slow footstep gone;The windows grow darker and darker, And I am left ...
The dead man in the chamber dimLay, with the silence over him.The weary feet and weary breastOf eighty-five were now ...
The long deep grass is springing by the edges of the streams,And the trees have found a secret that bursts ...
A breath went through the Universe, and shookAll things to music, and a mighty voiceRoll'd upward like a psalm, and ...
The great Earth said to the poet, "What are your paltry wrongs,That still you must worship your sorrows, And fashion ...
I sat in the house of the master, With the Pentland Hills in view,And in at the open window The ...
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