The Highlanders: Part IV (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
NOW hark! what loud, tumultuous joys resound,From all the echoing rocks and valleys round;And hear! the sage oraculous declare,Tis time ...
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM, ONMEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER AND THREEOTHER LADIES AT AN INN ON ...
OR SKETCHES OF HIGHLAND SCENERY AND MANNERS: WITH SOME REFLECTIONS ON EMIGRATION. WRITTEN DURING THE AUTHOR'S RECOVERY FROM A LONG ...
COM'ST thou with swift wing in thy strength, O Wind!Wilt thou not to my helpless age be kind?And lightly o'er ...
OH , soft and sweet the evening sunWas gleaming o'er the meadows green,The ploughman's weary task was done,And peaceful was ...
DEEPLY INTERESTED IN THE SUBJECT OF THEFOLLOWING POEM. But soft, but see, or rather do not see,My fair rose wither.SHAKSPEARE. ...
POPE'S ODYSSEY. OH ! lay me by yon peaceful streamThat glides away so softly slow,Where boughs exclude the noon-day beam,And ...
THOUGH long by fate's austere decree remov'dFrom scenes still pleasing, and from friends still lov'd,I see low shelter'd in my ...
IN vain my eye-lids seek reposeWhile midnight spreads her thickest gloom,My heart, a stranger to repose,Still bleeds o'er poor departed ...
HOW bless'd those olive plants that growBeneath the altar's sacred shade,Where streams of fresh instruction flow,And Comfort's humble board is ...
YE peaceful shades! that guard my dear lov'd homeFrom the chill blasts that strip the fading grove,While far from that ...
GO , artless records of a life obscure,Memorials dear of loves and friendships past,Of blameless minds from strife and envy ...
SACRED to thee and friendly love,I consecrate this humble seat,Hither shall my weary feetOft at sober ev'ning move;And when thou'rt ...
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