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 ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
Beneath the fervour of the noon-tide beamAll Nature's works in placid stillness pause,--Save man, and his joint labourer the horse,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 ...
Fair shines the sun, but with a meekened smileRegretful, on the variegated woodsAnd glittering streams, where floats the hazel spray,The ...
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 ...
Clear is the sky, and temperate the air,That, scarcely stirring, wafts, with gentlest breath,The gossamer light glittering in the sun.And ...
Intense the viewless flood of heat descendsOn hill, and dale, and wood, and tangled brake,Where, to the chirping grasshopper, the ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine ...
Raised by the coming plough, the merry larkUpsprings, and, soaring, joins the high-poised choirsThat carol far and near, in spiral ...
Through boughs still leafless, or through foliage thin,The sloping primrose-bed lies fair exposed,Begemmed with simple flowers, gladdening the sight.Hail! month ...
Hark! the whetstone raspsAlong the mower's scythe; for now's the timeTo reap the grassy mead,—-ere yet the beeInto the purple ...
Delightful is this loneliness; it calmsMy heart: pleasant the cool beneath these elms,That throw across the stream a moveless shade.Here ...
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 ...
Six days the heavenly host, in circle vast,Like that untouching cincture which enzonesThe globe of Saturn, compass'd wide this orb,And ...
How dazzling white the snowy scene! deep, deep,The stillness of the winter Sabbath day, —Not even a foot-fall heard. — ...
When homeward bands their several ways disperse,I love to linger in the narrow fieldOf rest, to wander round from tomb ...
Twice has the sun commenced his annual round,Since first thy footsteps totter'd o'er the ground,Since first thy tongue was tuned ...
Yon motley, sable-suited throng, that waitAround the poor man's door, announce a taleOf wo; the husband, parent, is no more.Contending ...
More earnest was his voice! most mild his look,As with raised hands he bless'd his parting flock.He is a faithful ...
From snowy plains, and icy sprays,From moonless nights, and sunless days,Welcome, poor bird! I'll cherish thee;I love thee, for thou ...
As is the rock, his seat, gazing whole daysWith wandering eye on all the watery waste.Now striving to believe the ...
From conquest Jephtha came, with faltering stepAnd troubled eye: His home appears in view;He trembles at the sight. Sad he forbodes, ...
How calm that little lake! no breath of windSighs through the reeds; a clear abyss it seems,Held in the concave ...
From sunward rocks the icicle's faint drop,By lonely river side, is heard, at times,To break the silence deep; for now ...
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 ...
Sore was the famine throughout all the boundsOf Israel, when Elijah, by commandOf God, journeyed to Cherith's failing brook.No rain-drops ...
Listen that voice! upon the hill of Mars,Rolling in bolder thunders than e'er peal'dFrom lips that shook the Macedonian throne;Behold ...
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