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 ...
No more at dewy dawn, or setting sun,The blackbird's song floats mellow down the dale;Mute is the lark, or soars ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
These eyes, that were half-closed in death,Now dare the noontide blaze;My voice, that scarce could speak my wants,Now hymns Jehovah's ...
Upon the high, yet gently rolling wave,The floating tomb that heaves above the brave,Soft sighs the gale, that late tremendous ...
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