A Wheen Aul’ Memories (Janet Hamilton Poems)
I.— COATBRIDGEWi' my haun on my haffit I sit by the fire,An' think that for nocht I hae sic a ...
I.— COATBRIDGEWi' my haun on my haffit I sit by the fire,An' think that for nocht I hae sic a ...
"Oh saw ye e'er sic witless bairns, Sic wasterie o' blessin's gien?Oh had they dree'd what we ha'e dree'd, Oh had they ...
She was wearin' awa'! she was wearin' awa'!Wi' the leaves in October, we thocht she wad fa',For her cheek was ...
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 ...
Sweet minstrel of the summer dawn,Bard of the sky, o'er lea and lawnThy rapturous anthem, clear and loud,Rings from the ...
As by the deathbed of an aged saint,Whose pallid lips emit no moaning plaint,On whose calm brow the light of ...
O God of the Seasons! we bringTo Thee our thankoff'rings of praise;We soar with the lark; as we sing,The skies ...
April's genial sun is shining,Vernal clouds with "silver lining,"Rich and balmy dews distilling,Flora's opening flower-cups filling With the pearly treasure;On her ...
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 ...
Beneath the shining trembling leaves that drape the bowers of June,I sit and list with raptured ear to sweetly-varied tuneOf ...
I hail and bless thy presence, month most dearIn the round cycle of the rolling year;Thy grave, sweet aspect, silent ...
Lines Addressed To A Friend On Receiving From Him A Volume of "The Parnassus Journal."Owre a Parnassus I hae wannert,Wi' ...
Fairy Spring, in kirtle green,Stealing through the woods, is seenGliding o'er the freshening meadowBright with sunshine, dim with shadow,Smiling on ...
Welcome, October! let my simple songSoft echoing, steal thy yellow groves along,Where Nature, conscious of her faded charms,Dejected, sinks into ...
Drifting before the tempter's power,This piteous wreck in horror's hourOn dark perdition's rock was driven!Let groaning earth and righteous heavenSum ...
Sweet, modest, pensive, tender flower,Though snow-drifts rise and storm-clouds lowerAbove thy gentle drooping head,And chill thee on thy frozen bed—Though ...
Morning is doffing her mantle of grey;Up from the sod to the portals of dayThe blithe lark is soaring—carolling free,Musical ...
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