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Yet are they here the same unbroken knot Of human Beings, in the self-same spot! Men, women, children, yea the frame Of the whole spectacle the same! Only their fire seems bolder, yielding light, Now deep and red, the colouring…
ADDRESS TO THE SONS OF BURNS After visiting their Father’s Grave. (August 14th, 1803) Ye now are panting up life’s hill! ‘Tis twilight lime of good and ill, And more than common strength and skill Must ye display If ye would…
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel. The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass, Is cropping audibly his later meal: Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal O’er…
The Cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The snow hath…
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed; Some lying fast at anchor in the road, Some veering up and down, one knew not why. A goodly vessel did I then…
“With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb’st the sky, How silently, and with how wan a face!” Where art thou? Thou whom I have seen on high Running among the clouds a Wood-nymph’s race! Unhappy Nuns, whose common breath’s a…
Who fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged around With living snow—drops? circlet bright! How glorious to this orchard—ground! Who loved the little Rock, and set Upon its head this coronet? Was it the humour of…
From Bolton’s old monastic tower The bells ring loud with gladsome power; The sun shines bright; the fields are gay With people in their best array Of stole and doublet, hood and scarf, Along the…
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go? Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day, Festively she puts forth in trim array; Is she for tropic suns, or polar snow? What boots the inquiry?–Neither friend nor…
When I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student’s bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country!–am I to be blamed? Now,…