Mac Duff’s Cross (Joanna Baillie Poems)
MAC DUFF'S CROSS,A DRAMA.PRELUDE.NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,And say that still there lurks amongst our ...
MAC DUFF'S CROSS,A DRAMA.PRELUDE.NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,And say that still there lurks amongst our ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
GLOOMY and still was the broad solemn deep,Whose rolling tides for twice a hundred years,Had lashed the rugged walls of ...
Part I."The wild winds bellow o'er my head,And spent eve's fading light;Where shall I find some friendly shedTo screen me ...
SIR MAURICE was a wealthy lord,He liv'd in the north countrie,Well would he cope with foe-man's sword,Or the glance of ...
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
ON Gask's deserted ancient hallWas twilight closing fast,And, in its dismal shadows, allSeem'd lofty, void, and vast.All sounds of life, ...
O, go not by Dunorloch's wallsWhen the moon is in the wane,And cross not o'er Dunorloch's bridge,The farther bank to ...
THOU pleasant noble Bard of fame far spread,Now art thou gathered to the mighty dead,And the dark coffin and the ...
YES ,--whilst my sight is yet allow'd to restOn those dear features, (which it calms my breastTo look upon, and, ...
HOPE.NAY , sister, what hast thou to boastOf joy? a poor reciter thou,Whose happiest thought is but the ghostOf some ...
DEAR Agnes, gleamed with joy and dashed with tears,O'er us have glided almost sixty yearsSince we on Bothwell's bonny braes ...
IN these our days of sentimentWhen youthful poets all lamentSome dear lost joy, some cruel maid;Old friendship changed and faith ...
WELCOME , sweet time of buds and bloom, renewingThe earliest objects of delight, and wooingThe notice of the grateful heart! ...
YES , 'tis a year since last that plaintive cry,"Pity the prisoners," touch'd my wand'ring ear:And now again their hat ...
HAIL , falling shades! hail, stillest ev'ning hour!Sacred to verse; and thou sublimest power,Imagination! thou, while slumber lightLays me to ...
WHEN hollow bursts the rushing winds,And heavy beats the show'r,This anxious, aching bosom findsNo comfort in its power.For ah, my ...
LEARNING and fancy were combinedTo stimulate his manly mind;Open, generous and acute,Steady of purpose, in pursuitArdent and hopeful; all the ...
THE rising moon look'd clear and mild,In chasten'd tints of glowing eve,And bright the early morning smil'd;It flatter'd only to ...
WHEN ev'ning listen'd to the dipping oar,Forgetting the loud city's ceaseless roar,By the green banks, where Thames, with conscious pride,Reflects ...
SO bright the sun puts forth his glorious beams,So fair the field beneath his lustre gleams,So soft the south wind ...
THOU , whom the giddy mock, the gay deride,Protracted folly's scourge, and foe to pride,I'll meet thee, poor, pale omen ...
IN tremulous vision, falsely near,The forms of nature as phantoms appear,With the wonted colours of earth and sky,When o'er them ...
AND this was she! the peerless and the bright,The false world's darling! she who did possess,(And held awhile in Europe's ...
MOUNT , child of Morning, mount and sing,And gaily beat thy fluttering wing,And sound thy shrill alarms:Bath'd in the fountains ...
Even now methinksEach little cottage of my native valeSwells out its earthen sides, upheaves its roof,Like to a hillock moved ...
NOW in thy dazzled half-op'd eye,Thy curled nose and lip awry,Up-hoisted arms and noddling head,And little chin with crystal spread,Poor ...
WHEN my o'erlay was white as the foam o' the lin,And siller was chinkin my pouches within,When my lambkins were ...
LINES , in addition to the treasureOf poesy, culled for the pleasureOf beau and belle and gentle dame,When seated round ...
IN silent sorrow from the gates of Nain,Bearing their dead, the widow's only son,A band of friends went forth; and ...
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