Cameron’s Stone (Alexander Anderson Poems)
A pilgrim of the wilds to-day, I lie by Cameron's stone,And let my fancy roam and play, And take sweet ...
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 ...
O meines Lebens goldne zeit.—SchillerO the youth of love and madness! let me sing another songEre the cynic grows upon ...
A fiddler sits, wha has never been seen, On the ledgin' o' Boglebriggs;An' aye when the clock strikes the midnicht ...
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
From hill-encircled Windermere, And all through happy Ambleside,Where every nook and spot were dear, A gentle Spirit was my guide.He ...
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, ...
Let me lie upon the heather Where the heath fowl have abode,In my hand the open Bible, On my lip ...
I was a shepherd in the Tempean vale, I heard Apollo play,And send sweet music, like a lover's tale, Throughout ...
Come, fling for a moment, my fellows, The pick and shovel aside,And rise from the moil of our ten hours' ...
Plague tak' his auld grannie, wha brocht frae the toonThat whussle, an' gie'd him't to deave us wi' soun';For frae ...
Here in the city as I sit, The twilight filling all the room,I dream, and as my fancies flit, They ...
God wrapt him in a world of purer light And clearer thought. His soulPulsed into being, gifted with far might. ...
This is what Bob Cruikshanks said,With a doubtful shake of the head, And an oily hand that began to feelRound ...
Upon the rails I work away, The rails sae slim an' narrow,But in my heart this summer day I hear ...
He is made one with Nature; there is heardHis voice in all her music.—ShelleyThere be more things within that far-off ...
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 spirit of God fell on him, and he pass'd From out the common bounds wherein we move,And like a ...
I walked for an hour in Selkirk, In the folds of a noonday dream;And through it there ran for music ...
The great Lars Andersonicus, Who dwelleth in the South,Who hath the front of Grecian Jove And the heavy bearded mouth,He ...
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 ...
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 ...
I stood in a dream between Life and Death, And I whisper'd to the twain—"Now, which of you has the ...
On the slope, half-hid in grass, and right beneath the sounding wire,Lay the lark, the sweetest singer in the Heavenly ...
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