Sketches of Village Character In Days “O’ Langsyne” (Janet Hamilton Poems)
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
Lonely musing, sadly thinking,Strength and spirits failing, sinking,Drooping, shivering, cow'ring, shrinking, In the wintry blast.Winds are howling, roaring, screaming,Thunder rolling, lightning ...
"Where are ye, friend of my youth? And echo answered, 'Where!'"Where are ye, dear companions of my youth? I gaze around and ...
IA small thatched cottage, moss grown old, A low-browed, weather-beaten door,Two windows small, that dimly light The dusky walls and earthen floor.From ...
See yonder wretched little girl,Braving cold, and want, and peril,Wandering through the frozen street,Seeking her she fears to meet;Matted locks ...
Straying, musing, singing, dreaming,'Neath the leafy banners streaming,Fleck'd with golden sunbeams gleaming Through the woodland's dun;On lone Calder's banks reclining,Where the ...
On the Birth of the Prince Imperial of Francexhausted, faint, and pale, A fair young mother lies—She hears her babe's first ...
What woe is thine, pale mother?—sayWhat grief devours thy heart? For ayeThy looks averted shun the day,And midnight sees thee ...
Lines inscribed to the new Professor of Spiritual Rapology, Glasgow, 1864.Hast thou abjured the worship of old Mammon,To offer incense ...
"Why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine ...
Not changeful April, with her suns and showers,Pregnant with buds, whose birth the genial hoursOf teeming May will give to ...
Now o'er the laughing meadows, Throned on her dewy car,Queenly May comes with her train, From southern climes afar,To seek her woodland ...
'Twas night; I stood on yonder fir-crown'd height And look'd on flaming furnace, forge, and mine;The black-brow'd clouds with lurid fires ...
Blooming, brooding, balmy May,Tell me what to sing or sayTo thy praise. I muse in vain—Sonnet, song, and rhyming strainBabble ...
"The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground."In the valley, on the mountain,From the swamp, the ...
Singing, skipping, shaking backCurls of gold, or brown, or black,From soft cheeks and laughing eyes—Careless, gay as butterflies—Comes a fair ...
Sweet Calder! on thy flowery margeWhen life was young I roamed at large,With heart that owned no care, no charge,Save ...
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