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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Der Schulfreund wird nie vergessen."—Jean PaulYour Edinburgh is well enough— Stone picture of the past and present;But we have in ...
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 ...
Frae the schulehoose that sat at the heid o' the green,To the fit o' the toon where the smiddy was ...
I heard beneath my feet the clear sharp ring Of grinding rail and wheel,I felt, as on we sped with ...
I hear the winds of summer rush Above my head to-day,As here I sit by Connelbush To dream one hour ...
Nicht darf ich dir zu gleichen mich vermessen.— GoetheI know not how to sing a song to-day—Thou in the spirit, ...
The Rev. John Donaldson, M.A., Kirkconnel. "Ave Atque Vale."A brooding quiet rests to-day On all the well-known hills around;Spring lingers ...
Rachel, soft and shy and blushing, pass'd into the angel wife, Tears of joy within the rapture of her sweetly-drooping ...
Grey tree within the churchyard old, Why stir thy leaves to-night?Why moan thy branches in the cold And shake as ...
L`amor che muove il Sole e l'altre stelle. —DanteI have flung away my Dante, weary with the sounding line,And the ...
On what part of this rough and toiling planet Are you now this lonely hour—sweet Janet, say?O, tell me if ...
I stood upon the four-foot way Amid the haunts I knew so well,The sunshine of an April day Was over ...
I sit upon a shattered shaft, as if Time, worn and blind,Had smote himself in sudden rage and left one ...
Upon the rails I work away, The rails sae slim an' narrow,But in my heart this summer day I hear ...
Those simple daisies which you view, Last year, when summer winds did wave,And clouds were white with sunshine, grew Upon ...
The feeble infant, but an hour in life, Lay wailing in our arms, while on the bedSlept, like a faded ...
No, the railway wasn't a fitting placeFor a man like him, at least one in his case;But though deaf and ...
I walked for an hour in Selkirk, In the folds of a noonday dream;And through it there ran for music ...
Old Adam breaking stones by the wayside, Leans on his hammer for a moment's space,Then turns away his head, as ...
The first break in our happy household hearth Was my broad manly son, and far awayHe sleeps, while by the ...
It was a little grave—So little, you could almost think the sextonHad, in his weary labour, left a sod—A single ...
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 street to-night is empty, And the last slow footstep gone;The windows grow darker and darker, And I am left ...
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