British Georgics. February (James Grahame Poems)
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
Intense the viewless flood of heat descendsOn hill, and dale, and wood, and tangled brake,Where, to the chirping grasshopper, the ...
Yon motley, sable-suited throng, that waitAround the poor man's door, announce a taleOf wo; the husband, parent, is no more.Contending ...
Slow glides the Nile: amid the margin flags,Closed in a bulrush ark, the babe is left, —Left by a mother's ...
Who is my mother, or my brethren?He spake, and look'd on them who sat around,With a meek smile of pity ...
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