Alexis (Alexander Anderson Poems)
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
From hill-encircled Windermere, And all through happy Ambleside,Where every nook and spot were dear, A gentle Spirit was my guide.He ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
Bright the firelight touch'd his portrait hanging on our humble wall, But a sweeter light was in us, with a ...
I lay beneath the long slim wires,And heard them murmur like desires,Till, drowsy with the heat, my thoughts Set ...
That was Nottman waving at me,But the steam fell down, so you could not see;He is out to-day with the ...
Here in the city as I sit, The twilight filling all the room,I dream, and as my fancies flit, They ...
I take the letter up with anxious eyes, And open it with beating heart, and there,Within the folded sheet before ...
It was a little grave—So little, you could almost think the sextonHad, in his weary labour, left a sod—A single ...
Ah, the stream by the ruin in the wood Has long ago run dry,And the only voice in the solitude ...
I walked for an hour in Selkirk, In the folds of a noonday dream;And through it there ran for music ...
Bertha grew up to noble womanhood Full of the light of smiles, and in her eyes,As sweet as spring flowers ...
One night, returning from my work, I saw A woman standing by the churchyard gate,And in her eyes a look ...
I want my child, the mother said, as through The deep sweet air of purple-breathing mornShe rose mid clouds of ...
She sits upon her nest all day, Secure amid the toiling dinOf serpent belts that coil and play, And, moaning, ...
Fareweel to my hame at the fit o' the glen,To the red rowan tree hingin' owre at the en',To the ...
I stand and look down on the village, With its little simple street,The summer winds come upward, They stir the ...
The merry children are playing In the little village street;The old men sit by the doorway: Their evening rest is ...
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