A November Night’s Traveller (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
NOW cease the exulting strain! And bid the warbling lyre complain.Heave the soft sigh, and drop the tuneful tear,And mingle notes ...
IN these our days of sentimentWhen youthful poets all lamentSome dear lost joy, some cruel maid;Old friendship changed and faith ...
TIME, the Dawn of the Day. --SCENE, Cape Mastic, in Scio.HAIL ! once again, great fount of life, and light,Hail, ...
HOW does the water come down at Lodore?Here it comes sparkling,And there it lies darkling;Here smoking and frothing,Its tumult and ...
WILLIE was a wanton wag,The blithest lad that e'er I saw;Of field and floor he was the brag,And carried a' ...
How happy are we in that hour we love,When shadows grow longer and branches move; Blithe urchins then we be!From the ...
WHETHER thy locks in natural beauty stray,Clust'ring like woodbind wild, or haply bound,Like ivy wreath thy polish'd brows around;Whether within ...
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