The Shepherd’s Week : Friday; or, The Dirge (John Gay Poems)
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
IT was a calm, still, Sabbath eve--no breezeWent o'er the sleeping flowers, no murmured sound,From Nature's harp of many voices, ...
'Tis Autumn,--and Nature the forest has hung With arras more gorgeous than ever was flung From Gobelin looms,--all so varied, so rare, As ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
Part I.The Prologue was given by Father Christmas habited in a red robe, with a white beard and an icy ...
I.Oh for a field, my friend; oh for a field! I ask no more Than one plain field, shut in by hedgerows ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
With noise of battle and the dust of fray,Half hid in fog, the gloomy mountain lay;But Succoth's watchers, from their ...
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
Down into the darkness at last, Daniel,--down into the darkness at last;Laid in ...
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,To those who knew its boundless happiness.A simple old frame house--eight rooms in ...
A LEGEND OF THE MOHAWK. Where the waters of the Mohawk Through a quiet valley glide, From the brown church to her dwelling She ...
A legend of Ancient Eire a song of Conor and Mona,Who lived near the Halls of Fiarna, and loved in ...
I.Where the snow-world of the mountains Fronts the sea-like world of sward,And encamped along the prairies Tower the white peaks heavenward;Where they ...
'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover may At ...
Where rural Chester spreads in hill and plain,And rippling Bronx pursues its peaceful way,Just as you turn~ within a winding ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone,Fared the steamer alert and loud through seas ...
STRANGER.Old friend! why you seem bent on parish duty,Breaking the highway stones,--and 'tis a taskSomewhat too hard methinks for age ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie,On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,Gitche Manito, the mighty,He the Master of Life, descending,On the ...
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
Tomorrow will be your last day here. Someone is speaking:A familiar voice, speaking again at all of us.And beyond the ...
'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without ...
UNDER the great hill sloping bareTo cove and meadow and Common lot,In his council chamber and oaken chair,Sat the worshipful ...
Let us gohumming a tune,putting on our sneakers.The gentle lady of Itabashi1-- the edge of her kimono-- clouds, golden-- green ...
When smiling spring, an angel fair! Walks o'er the verdant plain,And breathes a soft and balmy air, From isles beyond the main:When ...
I DREW it from its china tomb;- It came out feebly scented With some thin ghost of past perfume That ...
II MAKE not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds' acclaim, Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The ...
"Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,There is not nothing, no, no, ...
No more I hail the morning's golden gleam,No more the wonders of the view I sing;Friendship requires a melancholy theme,At ...
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