Rhymes For The Times: II (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Ae day short syne, whan gaun afiel,A douce aul' farrant eldrin chielCam' yont the burn tae hae a crack,For John ...
Ae day short syne, whan gaun afiel,A douce aul' farrant eldrin chielCam' yont the burn tae hae a crack,For John ...
Beside the winter e'ening fire, A gleg wee lass o' towmonds ten,Sat nestlin' close to Grannie's knee, Upon the cozie clean fire-en'.The ...
An Indian Prince now Resident in England.Of late I listened to a wondrous tale From lips revered. 'Twas not of war ...
With fondest love and sweetest pleasureGaze I on my infant treasure—My sweetest rose, my purest pearl,Heaven's latest gift, my baby-girl.Opening ...
"Oh that my head were waters," and mine eyes A tearful fountain, ever running over,A heart that bleeds, and struggles, moans, ...
Why this hurrying to and fro, Why all this strange commotion?The good ship Briton rolls and sways Upon a stormy ocean.Oh! where ...
Again I ha'e ta'en to the clinkin' o' rhymes—It's no on the signs, it's the deeds o' the timesO' whilk ...
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 ...
An Exquisite Little Poem In Dickens' "Household Words"Hail to thee, the Workman's Friend, We wreathe thy brow with roses!While thy useful ...
There is an element of powerThat suits the needs of every hour—All wants to which our state gives birth—The life, ...
Welcome! Oh, welcome! in thy course of fame—Through rolling clouds of smoke and lurid flame,Belched from a hundred murky piles—at ...
Ere ancient Thebes began on high to raiseHer crest of towers; ere rose the wondrous mazeOf column'd temples, palaces, and ...
Zion's King hath called thee—go! 'Tis His sovereign pleasure,Honour on thee to bestow, And charge of gospel treasure.He who winneth souls is ...
O'er thy lone beauty, sweet Birkhill,Sad, brooding memory hovers still;Within, without, the sylvan cot,Ah! long unseen, but ne'er forgot.The fair-haired ...
The Winner of the Queen's Prize at Rifle Shooting, Wimbledon, 1866."When wine and other liquors were pressed upon him after ...
The True and Esteemed Friend of the Working ManWhat mournful voices thrill upon my ears? What wailing tones of sorrow vex ...
In Glasgow, September 1860:Queen of the West! we hail thee from afar!The brilliance of each "bright particular star,"That gilds thy ...
Husbandman, for work prepareTender plants of promise fair;Rise! around thee everywhereLife's young spring-time claims thy care, Willing heart, and hand.Dig, manure, ...
My friend, late found, yet not the less approved,Thy zealous labours in the work belovedOf earnest teaching—'midst thy toils and ...
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