The Orphans (Anonymous British Poems)
My chaise the village Inn did gain, Just as the setting sun's last ray Tipt with refulgent gold the vane ...
My chaise the village Inn did gain, Just as the setting sun's last ray Tipt with refulgent gold the vane ...
ServingmanWell met, my brother friend, all at this highway end,So simple all alone, as you can,I pray you tell to ...
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;And there he saw a lady bright,Come riding down ...
We were hungry, tired and dirty,From our shoulders rifles hung,Our clothes were torn, our faces bronzedBy long hours in the ...
As it fell out on a long summer's day, Two lovers they sat on a hill;They sat together that long ...
My name was William Kidd,When I sailed,When I sailed,My name was William Kidd,When I sailed,My name was William Kidd,God's laws ...
Woe worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlande!For thou hast ever wrought by sleight;The worthyest prince that ever was borne,You hanged ...
Come all you freemasons that dwell around the globe,That wear the badge of innocence, I mean the royal robe,Which Noah ...
Only last year, at Christmas TideWhile pacing down the the city streetA tiny, ill-clad paperboyAs ragged as you'd ever meetRaised ...
In prime of years, when I was young,I took delight in youthful ways,Not knowing then what did belongUnto the pleasures ...
Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe!It grieves me sair to see thee weipe:If thoust be silent, Ise be glad,Thy ...
Royal Charlie's now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, ...
"We sweep a bit and we fight a bit—an' that's what we like the best— But a towin' job ...
Autumn gale! sweet autumn gale!Sing with me a sober wail;Summer loves the melting song;Lightsome airs to spring belong;Old December shouts ...
On a dark lonely night on the Crimea's dread shore There had been bloodshed and strife on ...
Let India boast her spicy trees, whose fruit and gorgeous bloom Give, to each faint and languid breez, its rich ...
Grim king of the ghosts, make haste,And bring hither all your train;See how the pale moon does waste,And just now ...
Passion o' me! cried Sir Richard Tyrone,Spurning the sparks from the broad paving-stone,"Better turn nurse and rock children to sleep,Than ...
There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,And he was a squires son;He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,That lived in ...
For many a winter in Billiter LaneMy wife, Mrs. Brown, was ne'er heard to complain:At Christmas the family met there ...
Forth from my sad and darksome cell, Or from the deepe abysse of hell,Mad Tom is come into the world ...
January.Lo, my fair! the morning lazyPeeps abroad from yonder hill; Phoebus rises, red and hazy;Frost has stopp'd the village mill.February.All ...
About Zule, quhen the wind blew cule,And the round tables began,A'! there is cum to our kings courtMony a well-favourd ...
Men have done brave deeds,And bards have sung them well: I of good George NidiverNow the tale will tell.In Californian ...
Late in an evening forth I wentA little before the sun gade down,And there I chanc't, by accident,To light on ...
A childhood land of mountain ways, Where earthy gnomes and forest fays, Kind, foolish giants, gentle bears, Sport with ...
Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses,Glad summer, fare thee well!Thou'rt singing thy last melodiesIn every wood and dell.But ere the golden ...
Bain to Clapham town-end lived an owd Yorkshire tike,Who i' dealing i' horseflesh had ne'er met his like;'T were his ...
Jerry had us on the run, the news was far from hot,He had his feet in Egypt and the Sphinx ...
PART I.This Indian weed, now withered quite,Though green at noon, cut down at night,Shows thy decay;All flesh is hay:Thus think, ...
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