Old Adam (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Old Adam breaking stones by the wayside, Leans on his hammer for a moment's space,Then turns away his head, as ...
Old Adam breaking stones by the wayside, Leans on his hammer for a moment's space,Then turns away his head, as ...
Bring him to England, for the goal is won; The grand old man, whose soul was as a sparkFrom the ...
The street to-night is empty, And the last slow footstep gone;The windows grow darker and darker, And I am left ...
The dead man in the chamber dimLay, with the silence over him.The weary feet and weary breastOf eighty-five were now ...
Away from all the restless street, The whirlpool of the toiling race,Where Traffic in the dusty heat Toils with the ...
The simmer day was sweet an' lang, It had nae thocht o' sorrow,As my true love and I stood on ...
He who, in his young sweet lifetime, When his heart with its visions was rife,Hath felt not the worship of ...
In the chamber of death underground, Came these words to touch men to the heart,Bring tears to the eyes, and ...
The great Earth said to the poet, "What are your paltry wrongs,That still you must worship your sorrows, And fashion ...
Close thy Byron; open thy Goethe. —CarlyleSome half-a-dozen years or so, When life had yet no crown of iron,I took ...
One night, returning from my work, I saw A woman standing by the churchyard gate,And in her eyes a look ...
lie an' look doon on the clachan, This best o' a' simmer days,An' doon by the side o' the burnie ...
When first I saw the Tweed, the light Of autumn, tender, sad and grey,Lay on the Eildon's triple height, And ...
The wind, the summer wind of June, Was on our cheeks as, in the heather,We lay that happy afternoon On ...
Ah! why will my heart beat faint and low At the sound of the falling leaves?And why do I turn ...
In my boyhood time long years ago, When life was half divine,I read, with a horror you may not know, ...
He came from a land whose shadows Were brighter than our day;And he sang of the streams and meadows, And ...
In the quiet hush of the tender night, When my eyes fill up with tears,Comes my darling unto me, all ...
Like the songs I have heard in childhood Comes thy voice, O thrush, to me,And again in my heart leaps ...
As of old the river is singing, The woods are thick and green,The wind is swaying the branches, That the ...
Ah! the dreams that I had from the poet, When my soul drank in his song,Have passed away with their ...
I stood within a wood, and heard the wind Keep up its music in the solemn trees,But this could soothe ...
He sleeps beneath the violets,That grow above him like regrets,That he, so sick at heart should comeHere in the splendid ...
I stand with my shoulder to shoulders, In the long, sad battle of life;I keep in the ranks of my ...
Life said to the soul of the poet— "Of the gifts I can offer to thee,Thou hast turned from them ...
Thou midnight wind, let not a whisper wave The stillness all around, until we lay The worn Old Year within ...
I was alone with the Master, I was weary and sick with pain,For the fight with the passions had left ...
He will not sing his loudest song, This poet full of love and mirth,Until the shadows which belong To night ...
Fareweel to my hame at the fit o' the glen,To the red rowan tree hingin' owre at the en',To the ...
Brightly shone the brow of Dante, In those years of early youth,When his Beatrice, like an angel, Rose before him ...
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