The Violet (Alexander Anderson Poems)
On the down line, and close beside the rail, A tender violet grew,A sister spirit, when the stars grew pale, ...
On the down line, and close beside the rail, A tender violet grew,A sister spirit, when the stars grew pale, ...
The street to-night is empty, And the last slow footstep gone;The windows grow darker and darker, And I am left ...
The long deep grass is springing by the edges of the streams,And the trees have found a secret that bursts ...
Bertha grew up to noble womanhood Full of the light of smiles, and in her eyes,As sweet as spring flowers ...
On the slope, half-hid in grass, and right beneath the sounding wire,Lay the lark, the sweetest singer in the Heavenly ...
I sat in the house of the master, With the Pentland Hills in view,And in at the open window The ...
What lark remembers when he sings, From where the clouds are dim and grey,His brothers of the former springs, Who ...
I sit by the narrow window, Ere the summer sunlight dies,And before me the "Faust" of Goethe, In its strange, ...
Beside the manse the river flows This sweet and tender summer day,While soft winds wanton round the rose, Or dally ...
The wind, the summer wind of June, Was on our cheeks as, in the heather,We lay that happy afternoon On ...
I lay in the quiet sunshine Of the summer's golden heat;In my heart was the music of Schiller, And the ...
Within the rough four-foot he lay, A touch of blood on breast and wing—His life-blood, that had sent away This ...
He came from a land whose shadows Were brighter than our day;And he sang of the streams and meadows, And ...
As of old the river is singing, The woods are thick and green,The wind is swaying the branches, That the ...
The wind blows soft, and cool, and sweet, As it blew in my infancy;And as leaves burst out when their ...
I hear the lark to-day; he sings Against a hazy April cloud—The glorious little soul with wings! Who sings so ...
Ah! the dreams that I had from the poet, When my soul drank in his song,Have passed away with their ...
There seems a moving life to-day In everything I see,The stream that laughs and leaps away, The grass beside the ...
Within an unseen cage he sings, Hung high above t e rush of feet,He ruffles up his little wings, This ...
Lucy is but a child as yet, And full of mirth and glee,But still in Lucy's eye is set A ...
Ah! often when coming from labour, When I hear the children play,There rises within me a vision Of the school-house ...
The first sweet wind of the summer Is breathing upon my cheek,And swaying the heads of the grasses That throb ...
I hear the voices of singers, Whose songs stir the pulses of men;They stand on their mountains of vision, Each ...
She sits upon her nest all day, Secure amid the toiling dinOf serpent belts that coil and play, And, moaning, ...
Just a peep from a carriage window, As we stood for a moment still,Just one look—and no more—till the engine ...
The wind through the summer woods blows cool, So I walk with quiet pace,But I stop a little at the ...
Laughing eyes look over the bridge And seem, as they smile, to say, Fisherman, have you caught to-dayAny fish? And ...
O, summer day, pour down your love, That I may idly lieAnd watch the happy clouds that move— The Mercuries ...
Row, Kello, row frae rocky linns, An' through amang thy grassy braes,Where gowans grow an' hawthorns blaw, An' sunshine sleeps ...
O, there's nocht can tak' us back like the broom upon the brae,In the auld, auld times that are noo ...
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