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 ...
Daft Ailie cam' in by the auld brig-en' As the sunlicht, saft an' sweet,Fell doon on the laigh, white wa's ...
Der Schulfreund wird nie vergessen."—Jean PaulYour Edinburgh is well enough— Stone picture of the past and present;But we have in ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
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 ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
A sweet love-song, whose early touch— Ere yet the master-hand grew strongTo strike the chords that felt at such The ...
You were dead, they said; In the churchyard had been laid,Many weeks ago, the dust whose youth was in ...
To Sir Noel PatonI lay in the depths of dreamland, Above me the sky was clear,And only a single blue-bell ...
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
"Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,Forget the spreading of the hideous town."—The Earthly ParadiseYes, William Morris, it were well ...
I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,While I was ...
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 ...
"I speak of one, from many singled out—One of those heavenly days that cannot die."—WordsworthThere is a lustre in the ...
Upon the rails I work away, The rails sae slim an' narrow,But in my heart this summer day I hear ...
Bonnie May Wyllie cam' oot o' the toun When the deein' sunlicht layOn the lang green howms o' the windin' ...
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 ...
Blind Matthew, coming down the village street With slow, sure footsteps, pauses for a while,And in the sunlight falling soft ...
On the down line, and close beside the rail, A tender violet grew,A sister spirit, when the stars grew pale, ...
Oh, for those days that had no doubt, When I, a simple village laddie,Sang with much glee the rhyme about ...
The long deep grass is springing by the edges of the streams,And the trees have found a secret that bursts ...
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