The Ballad O’ Mary Muiren (Janet Hamilton Poems)
The pride o' the clachan, the rose o' the glen,The flower o' oor lasses was Mary Muiren;Sae modest, an' mensefu', ...
Janet Hamilton Poems on Sleep (13 Poems)
The Black Snakes (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its colour in the cup, when it moveth ...
The Warning Wail (Janet Hamilton Poems)
A minstrel old, in feudal hall, When wassail bowls were brimm'd and flowing,Responsive to his chieftain's call, And joyous dame, young, bright, ...
Freedom For Italy–1867 (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"He is the freeman whom the Truth makes free;All else are slaves," I cry aloud to thee,O Garibaldi! in the ...
October, 1865 (Janet Hamilton Poems)
As by the deathbed of an aged saint,Whose pallid lips emit no moaning plaint,On whose calm brow the light of ...
The Midnight Vigil (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Mournful, sighing, sadly weeping,Sleepless 'midst a household sleeping;Midnight's lonely vigil keeping, Darkling and alone;From my sore each friend and loverStand aloof, ...
May, 1864 (Janet Hamilton Poems)
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 ...
Garibaldi: A Captive (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Ye minist'ring spirits of grace, That wait on the good and the true,To comfort, support, and solace— Earth fails us—we call upon ...
Summer Voices (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Beneath the shining trembling leaves that drape the bowers of June,I sit and list with raptured ear to sweetly-varied tuneOf ...
The Aul’ Kirkyard (Janet Hamilton Poems)
The aul' kirkyard!—the aul' kirkyard!— Its crowdit graves an' mossy stanes;—I've coft me there a lanely grave, In whilk I houp to ...
Lines (Janet Hamilton Poems)
She comes, she comes—all right, all well!Thank God! thank God! the fearful spellThat chilled our hearts is broke; no more,On ...
The Victim of Drink: The Early Lost (Janet Hamilton Poems)
The early lost I mourn, Ah, not the early dead;The early lost return, Young hope's fair blossom shed. Gone up like dust.Oh, deeper ...
“Words of Comfort” (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"Words of Comfort," they are come, Rich in many a tender token,Weeping love and mothers' woe, Deeply felt and fitly spoken."Words of ...