Ships, ships, I will descrie you Amidst the main, I will come and try you, What you are protecting, And projecting, What's your end and aim. One goes abroad for merchandise and trading,...
Mars once made havoc in the air: Some cause aroused a quarrel there Among the birds; - not those that sing, The courtiers of the merry Spring, And by their talk, in leafy bowers,...
There cam a man to oor toon-en', And a waesome carl was he, Snipie-nebbit, and crookit-mou'd, And gleyt o' a blinterin ee. Muckle he spied, and muckle he spak, But the owercome o' his sang,...
Oh, glorious are the guarded heights Where guardian souls abide, Self-exiled from our gross delights, Above, beyond, outside: An ampler arc their spirit swings, Commands a juster view,...
I am an outcast, sinful and vile I know, But what are you, my lady, so fair, and proud, and high? The fringe of your robe just touched me, me so low - Your feet defiled, I saw the scorn in your eye,...
'Tis spent this burning day of June! Soft darkness o'er its latest gleams is stealing; The buzzing dor-hawk, round and round, is wheeling, That solitary bird Is all that can be heard...
Thus they, with freaks of proud delight, Beguile the remnant of the night; And many a snatch of jovial song Regales them as they wind along; While to the music, from on high,...
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer, As lowly as the lowliest dwelling, Had, with its belfry's humble stock, A little pair that hang in air, Been mistress also of a clock,...
Right gladly had the horses stirred, When they the wished-for greeting heard, The whip's loud notice from the door, That they were free to move once more. You think, those doings must have bred...
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine, Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and dripping vine; Where the gum trees, ringed and ragged, from the mazy margins rise,...
I wait and watch: before my eyes Methinks the night grows thin and gray; I wait and watch the eastern skies To see the golden spears uprise Beneath the oriflamme of day! ...
Frost in the air and music in the air, And the singing is sweet in the street. She wakes from a dream to a dream--O hark! The singing so faint in the dark.
Lo the lights in the "Teepee-W'kan!" 'tis the night of the W'kan Wac'pee. Round and round walks the chief of the clan, as he rattles the sacred Ta-sh'-kay; [81] Long and loud on the Ch'n-che-ga [81]...
Come, Anthea, let us two Go to feast, as others do: Tarts and custards, creams and cakes, Are the junkets still at wakes; Unto which the tribes resort, Where the business is the sport:...
When things are holding wonted pace In wonted paths, without a trace Or hint of neighbouring wonder, Sometimes, from other realms, a tone, A scent, a vision, swift, alone, Breaks common life asunder....
The joyous morning ran and kissed the grass And drew his fingers through her sleeping hair, And cried, "Before thy flowers are well awake Rise, and the lingering darkness from thee shake. ...
O bonnie bird, that in the brake, exultant, dost prepare thee - As poets do whose thoughts are true, for wings that will upbear thee - Oh! tell me, tell me, bonnie bird,...