Would that the structure brave, th… Bidding my organ obey, calling its… Claiming each slave of the sound,… Armies of angels that soar, legion… Man, brute, reptile, fly,—alien of…
Cloud—puffball, torn tufts, tossed… Built thoroughfare: heaven—royster… Down roughcast, down dazzling whit… Shivelights and shadowtackle ín lo… Delightfully the bright wind boist…
It was a’ for our rightful king That we left fair Scotland’s stra… It was a’ for our rightful king We e’er saw Irish land, My dear,
This year an ocean trip I took, a… And like to get my money’s worth… In spite of Neptune’s nastiness I… Yet felt as fit as if we sailed up… But now that I am home again I’m…
A child’s a plaything for an hour; Its pretty tricks we try For that or for a longer space; Then tire, and lay it by. But I knew one, that to itself
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet. Forget not yet when first began
If I were tickled by the rub of l… A rooking girl who stole me for he… Broke through her straws, breaking… If the red tickle as the cattle ca… Still set to scratch a laughter fr…
What links are ours with orbs that… So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from a shield: Still at the death of day,
Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds—
Alas, madam, for stealing of a kis… Have I so much your mind there of… Have I then done so grievously am… That by no means it may be amended… Then revenge you, and the next way…
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, Ca’ them where the heather grows Ca’ them where the burnie rows, My bonie dearie. Hark! the mavis’ evening sang
O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wish’d, the trysted hour… Those smiles and glances let me se… That makes the miser’s treasure po… How blythely wad I bide the stour…
WHAT was he doing, the great god… Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs… And breaking the golden lilies afl…
Though he, that ever kind and true… Kept stoutly step by step with you… Your whole long, gusty lifetime th… Be gone a while before, Be now a moment gone before,
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with…
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among t… Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a son… My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring… Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb… Thou stock—dove, whose echo resoun…
Duncan Gray came here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooin o’t! On blythe Yule night when we were… Ha, ha, the wooin o’t! Maggie coost her head fu high,
When biting Boreas, fell and dour… Sharp shivers thro’ the leafless b… When Phoebus gies a short—liv’d g… Far south the lift, Dim—dark’ning thro’ the flaky show…
He could not die when trees were g… For he loved the time too well. His little hands, when flowers wer… Were held for the bluebell, As he was carried o’er the green.
At quite uncertain times and place… The atoms left their heavenly path… And by fortuitous embraces, Engendered all that being hath. And though they seem to cling toge…
Deep St. Mary’s bell had sounded, And the twelve notes gently rounde… Endless chimneys that surrounded My abode in Trinity. (Letter G, Old Court, South Att…
Dead! One of them shot by the sea… And one of them shot in the west b… Dead! both my boys! When you sit… And are wanting a great song for… Let none look at me!
A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and… Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never s… I come to pluck your berries harsh… And with forc’d fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mel…
Ye banks, and braes, and streams a… The castle o’ Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your… Your waters never drumlie! There Simmer first unfald her rob…
There, Robert, you have kill’d th… And should you thousand ages try The life you’ve taken to supply, You could not do it. You surely must have been devoid
Come we to the summer, to the summ… For the woods are full of bluebell… And the crow is on the oak a-build… And love is burning diamonds in my… She sits beneath the whitethorn a-…
Just by the wooden brig a bird fle… Frit by the cowboy as he scrambled… To reach the misty dewberry—let us… And seek its nest—the brook we nee… 'Tis scarcely deep enough a bee to…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
