British Georgics. January (James Grahame Poems)
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
James Grahame Poems on Love (13 Poems)
British Georgics. June (James Grahame Poems)
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,The ...
British Georgics. July (James Grahame Poems)
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
British Georgics. December (James Grahame Poems)
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
British Georgics. May (James Grahame Poems)
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine ...
British Georgics. April (James Grahame Poems)
Through boughs still leafless, or through foliage thin,The sloping primrose-bed lies fair exposed,Begemmed with simple flowers, gladdening the sight.Hail! month ...
June (excerpted from British Georgics) (James Grahame Poems)
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
On The Death Of A Sister (James Grahame Poems)
Dear to my soul! ah, early lost!Affection's arm was weak to save:Now friendship's pride, and virtue's boast,Have come to an ...
The First Sabbath (James Grahame Poems)
Six days the heavenly host, in circle vast,Like that untouching cincture which enzonesThe globe of Saturn, compass'd wide this orb,And ...
To My Son (James Grahame Poems)
Twice has the sun commenced his annual round,Since first thy footsteps totter'd o'er the ground,Since first thy tongue was tuned ...
A Spring Sabbath Walk (James Grahame Poems)
More earnest was his voice! most mild his look,As with raised hands he bless'd his parting flock.He is a faithful ...
The Thanksgiving (James Grahame Poems)
Upon the high, yet gently rolling wave,The floating tomb that heaves above the brave,Soft sighs the gale, that late tremendous ...
Behold My Mother and My Brethren (James Grahame Poems)
Who is my mother, or my brethren?He spake, and look'd on them who sat around,With a meek smile of pity ...