"Jack fell as he'd have wished," the Mother said, And folded up the letter that she'd read. "The Colonel writes so nicely." Something broke In the tired voice that quavered to a choke....
By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led: But as I went through Patrick Street the hopes and prophecies were dead. The hopes and prophecies were dead: they could not blossom where the feet...
Once more Britannia sheathes her conqu'ring sword, And Peace returns, by Victory restored; Peace, that erewhile estranged, 'midst long alarms, Scarce welcomed home, was ravish'd from our arms;...
One day, - no matter when or where, - A long-legg'd heron chanced to fare By a certain river's brink, With his long, sharp beak Helved on his slender neck;...
As slaughter red the long creek crawls From solitary forest walls, Out where the eve's wild glory falls. One wiry leg drowned in his breast, Neck-shrunk, flame-gilded with the West,...
Whom will you send to London town, To Parliament and a' that? Or wha in a' the country round The best deserves to fa' that? For a' that, and a' that; Thro Galloway and a' that;...
Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's[1] light horse are to muster, And O, how the heroes will swear! An' there will be Murray commander,...
Warm and still is the summer night, As here by the river's brink I wander; White overhead are the stars, and white The glimmering lamps on the hillside yonder.
A long-legged Heron, with long neck and beak, Set out for a stroll by the bank of a creek. So clear was the water that if you looked sharp You could see the pike caper around with the carp....
Upon the couch of death, The champion of the free, Gave, with his parting breath, This solemn legacy:-- "Sheathed be the battle-blade, "And hushed the cannons' thunder:...
O let me love my love unto myself alone, And know my knowledge to the world unknown; No witness to my vision call, Beholding, unbeheld of all; And worship Thee, with Thee withdrawn apart,...
In vain all the Knights to the Underwald wooed her, Tho' brightest of maidens, the proudest was she; Brave chieftains they sought, and young minstrels they sued her, But worthy were none of the high-born Ladye....