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 ...
Two angels, as I grew up glad and gay From golden infancy,Were with me, walking all along the way On ...
A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.I know not ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
Bless her dear little heart!" said my mate, and he pointed out to me, Fifty yards to the right, in ...
A sweet love-song, whose early touch— Ere yet the master-hand grew strongTo strike the chords that felt at such The ...
I hear the winds of summer rush Above my head to-day,As here I sit by Connelbush To dream one hour ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
Bright the firelight touch'd his portrait hanging on our humble wall, But a sweeter light was in us, with a ...
I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,While I was ...
Lying full-length upon the summer grass,And by the murmur of a summer stream,I heard the village bell, and turning roundTo ...
Ambos oder Hammer sein. —GoetheMy brothers, in this great world of ours Our hearts have need to be strong,And have ...
Her faither says aften fu' plainly to me,'The wean, woman, 's juist like oor neebors, we see,An' naething ava to ...
I lift this old Communion Cup,And, lo!—what visions gather upLike white clouds on a summer dayWhen all the winds have ...
Oh, the summer time is beautiful, with all its sunny sky,The soft sweet carol of the birds and streams that ...
A dream of youth has grown to fruit, Though years it was in blossom;It lay, like touch of summer light, ...
I walked for an hour in Selkirk, In the folds of a noonday dream;And through it there ran for music ...
I like Artemus Ward, that quaint Rough, sturdy, antiquated Showman,Who travell'd Yankee-land to paint The social ills in man and ...
Amid the sound of picks to-day, And shovels rasping on the rail,A sweet voice came from far away, From out ...
Beside the manse the river flows This sweet and tender summer day,While soft winds wanton round the rose, Or dally ...
I hear the lark to-day; he sings Against a hazy April cloud—The glorious little soul with wings! Who sings so ...
In happy grandeur swept the moon, Her whispers on the silent trees,While ever like a distant tune In murmurs came ...
Where is Adams? that was the cry,"Let us question him before he die."Naught around in the night was seenSave the ...
I like to see in graceful row My modest pipes upon the wall,For there they make a dainty show, And ...
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