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 ...
Recited at Burns' Centenary Festival, held at Mauchlin, January 25, 1859Oh Bard beloved! as pilgrims to thy shrine, With song and ...
Fair Hamiltonia! when a happy childI roamed thy charming precincts free and wild.Led by a father's hand, beyond thy boundsI ...
An Indian Prince now Resident in England.Of late I listened to a wondrous tale From lips revered. 'Twas not of war ...
Scene I—Marriage of Sir R. Peel With Lady E. HaySee yonder gorgeous fane, its doors expand,Throng'd with the rank, wealth, ...
Far, far below, oh, far below,Where sulphurous lightnings flash and glow,Where blasting, bellowing thunders roarWith rending crash—dark Stygian shore;Black gulf ...
Damp and drear the lonely halls,Faint the misty sunlight fallsThrough the casement, soil'd and dim,In the chambers, grey and grim.On ...
O! mirk was the nicht, an' the hour it was late,Whan a bonnie young leddy gaed up the gate;Sae slow ...
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 ...
To Britannia.Nay, all this availeth thee nothing— Thy prestige, thy power, and estate,Thy glory, honour, and riches; An enemy sits in the ...
Hail! infant year, fresh from the womb of Time,Cradled in clouds, what shapes and shades sublimeAttend thy birth, and hover ...
A MemoryThe cloud of years is upward rolledFrom memory's page, and I behold,Craignethan gray, thy ivied walls,Thy dusky vaults and ...
On the Early Death of her only Son."We weep with those who weep:" I sympathiseWith thee, oh mother! with the ...
"Why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine ...
Bright flashes of sunshine—sweet snatches of song—Warm gushings of kindness, come thrilling alongThe chords of old memories, melting the tone,And ...
Matron fair, ripe, rich and glowing,Full thy stores, thy vintage flowing;Golden sunflowers, dahlias blowing, Deck thy festal board.With ruddy fruit the ...
Queen of hundred ocean Isles, Rich in scenic grandeurs;Land of forest, hill, and glen, Where the tourist wanders.Land of torrent, lake, and ...
Not changeful April, with her suns and showers,Pregnant with buds, whose birth the genial hoursOf teeming May will give to ...
I've sung of Spring, her buds and flowers, Of Summer suns and Summer roses;Of golden Autumn's dreamy skies, The wealth her bounteous ...
'Tis sweet May morn; wake, drowsy girls!Come ere the sun has stolen the pearls—The dewy pearls—that glisten sheenOn May's soft ...
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 ...
BEATTIE.Sweet minstrel! from thy hermit's cell Rich strains of sacred truth are flowing,The haughty sceptic's pride to quell; Thy harp is tuned ...
Thus God hath said: Unblessed is he Who makes an arm of flesh his trust;Whose heart departs from God shall see His ...
Why darkly veiled, like mourning bride,Com'st thou, sweet June?—Why dost thou hideThy glowing charms and lustrous eyesBeneath a cloudy, cold ...
"Away from the dwellings of care-worn menThe waters are sparkling in wood and glen—Away from the chamber and dusky hearthThe ...
Lady, to thee, to fortune, and to fame,I, all unknown, would yet aspiring claimA right to love thee, and admire ...
Dark hours of tearless, sleepless grief,Of woe, denied the soft reliefOf tears, to soothe the burning smartThat throbs and festers ...
Blooming, brooding, balmy May,Tell me what to sing or sayTo thy praise. I muse in vain—Sonnet, song, and rhyming strainBabble ...
Who died 4th June, 1865, in his Ninetieth Year, and Sixty-third of his Ministry in that Paris.Ripe, fully ripe, then ...
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