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 ...
A sweet love-song, whose early touch— Ere yet the master-hand grew strongTo strike the chords that felt at such The ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
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 ...
I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,While I was ...
They were a' roun' aboot us, their hearts licht wi' glee,An' the pride an' the talk o' their faither an' ...
Grey tree within the churchyard old, Why stir thy leaves to-night?Why moan thy branches in the cold And shake as ...
In Eden every flower is blown. Amen.—His own epitaphA happy time in my young life—when dreams Ran in sweet thrills ...
I stood upon the four-foot way Amid the haunts I knew so well,The sunshine of an April day Was over ...
You smile, and half in jest you askA song from me. A simple task,If he who sings had all the ...
God wrapt him in a world of purer light And clearer thought. His soulPulsed into being, gifted with far might. ...
I sit upon a shattered shaft, as if Time, worn and blind,Had smote himself in sudden rage and left one ...
Those simple daisies which you view, Last year, when summer winds did wave,And clouds were white with sunshine, grew Upon ...
The still gods, though they move apart From interchange of thoughts with men,Yearn to come down, and, in the mart, ...
Ah, the stream by the ruin in the wood Has long ago run dry,And the only voice in the solitude ...
Oh, glorious time! (my spirit thus must speak). The incensed breeze from every nook is blown,And soft, as if a ...
He sleeps among the hills he knew, They look upon his early rest,The winds that in his childhood blew— They ...
I look back to my early life, When I was seventeen or so;When Love first shed his rosy strife, And ...
The poet is not for the crowd; he stands An isolation from the multitude,And breathes a breath which comes from ...
Death came to the earth, by his side was Spring, They came from God's own bowers,And the earth was full ...
Within the rough four-foot he lay, A touch of blood on breast and wing—His life-blood, that had sent away This ...
I stood within a wood, and heard the wind Keep up its music in the solemn trees,But this could soothe ...
God said, "I will reach my hand down to earth,That man may have in him a purer birth;For the melody ...
Twa miles frae here, or maybe mair, A herd's hoose sits atween twa wuds,An' there a lassie bides as fair ...
I heard an angel singing in the air, And looking upward in my fear and dread,I said, "O thou whose ...
A voice from dreamland said to me—"Poet, what music is in thee?Ring it out until it findA nook for rest ...
The hills remain; they lift their brows Against the splendour of the skies;The dawn a paler crimson grows, Each night ...
I wish my little life had been In concert with each lowly thing,To wander where the fields are green And ...
Langsyne, when life was bonnie, An' a' the skies were blue,When ilka thocht took blossom, An' hung its head wi' ...
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