A Love Retrospect (Alexander Anderson Poems)
O meines Lebens goldne zeit.—SchillerO the youth of love and madness! let me sing another songEre the cynic grows upon ...
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 ...
Into all the onward current and this iron time that feels Its own way with din and clamour through this ...
Who are the heroes we hail to-day,And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?Is it the warrior back again,To be ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
He's a deil o' a wean—what ava can he mean?Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;Here's his ...
Grey tree within the churchyard old, Why stir thy leaves to-night?Why moan thy branches in the cold And shake as ...
The years have sped since first we met, Here, in the city's toil and roar;Brief space in looking back, and ...
On the slope, half-hid in grass, and right beneath the sounding wire,Lay the lark, the sweetest singer in the Heavenly ...
I see him yet, that grey old man, Whose fiddle made many a winter nightPass by as only fiddlers can, ...
Ah! the dreams that I had from the poet, When my soul drank in his song,Have passed away with their ...
In quiet, holy light she stands,But not for her the folded hands.She scorns the life that moves apartIn selfish solitude ...
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